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Gainsborough Trinity 0 v Morpeth Town 1 - NPL Prem

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Saturday 16th November 2019
Bet Victor Northern Premier League, Premier Division
at the Northolme/Martin & Co. Arena
Gainsborough Trinity (0) 0
Morpeth Town (1) 1
Joe Walton 34
Attendance 512
John Rudkin's excellent match photos: click HERE
My point & hope mobile phone pictures: click HERE
Having passed an 8.30AM pitch inspection earlier today, the Northolme pitch was deemed good to go, and Trinity's highest league crowd of the season, so far, made their way along to the former Football League ground, to check out the recently installed manager Curtis Woodhouse's work in progress, team rebuilding, which has already included seven new signings, arriving at the Lincolnshire club in a short space of time; which coupled onto the back of three encouraging away performances at: Dunston, FC United of Manchester and Tamworth, has created a real buzz and feelgood factor around the club.
And although this defeat against a very good Morpeth Town side, still leaves the 'Holy Blues' just one place and one point above the the bottom of the Northern Premier League table, the overall consensus pertaining to today's performance, among the Northolme faithful, seemed to be that the newfound levels of enthusiasm and optimism, are wholly justified and it appears that the team are on the verge of turning the current season around.
Based on what I've seen myself, first hand on the two occasions that I've watched Gainsborough in action this month, I'd be very surprised if they're not climbing the table any time soon.
That said, there is still a lot of work to be done, to kick-start this as of yet, very disappointing campaign for Gainsborough. But the signs are there, that the malaise and decline have started to be addressed and that the work rate and effort have begun to improve on the pitch too... and that progress, in a nutshell, was the main reason that Trinity were applauded from the pitch at the end of the game.
Mr Woodhouse thought that his side were 'bang average' and didn't warrant having the fans clap them off, but regardless of the fact that his side aren't the finish article and firing on all cylinders, as of yet, there was a marked improvement on many levels, from what has been served up thus far this season, and the fans responded accordingly. 
I didn't bother blogging about, or even listing the previous game that I saw at the Northolme, because it was so poor, I left at half time. Figuring that there was little scope, or hope that it was going to get any better after the interval... and I'd already wasted forty five minutes of my life, watching two seemingly disinterested teams, haplessly going through the motions. 
Unsurprisingly, that particular game (against Buxton) finished 0-0 and all but convinced me that I'd just seen two sides who were destined for relegation, gingerly tip-toeing on a creaky trapdoor, leading to oblivion.
Buxton, for their part, drew with fellow strugglers Atherton Collieries this afternoon, while Bamber Bridge went down 4-1 at Hyde United. 
So although Trinity are obviously going to have to let their own performances and results do their talking, at least the incoming news from the three clubs directly above them in the table, was all good. While their manager is demanding higher standards as the 'Holy Blues' begin to demonstrate signs of an imminent recovery.
In my humble estimation, this was a very evenly balanced game, that could've gone either way... and Morpeth certainly didn't look like a bottom-half of the table team on today's showing. 
They set up with a midfield that acted as a first wave of defence and for long spells of the game, that is exactly where two hard working sides met head on, looking to unlock each other's well organised defences.
Kingsley James in particular, stood out from the early exchanges onward, sweeping up and organising his back line to good effect, and proving to be a real stubborn cuss for any 'Dandy Highwayman' showing any inclination to stand and deliver in or around Trinity's goal area.
Both sides had chances around the quarter of a hour mark, but Gav Allot, the home side's captain,  and Joe Walton of Morpeth put their respective chances wide, on a rain-drenched pitch, that got wetter as the afternoon wore on.
Shane Clarke must've wished the visitors goal was two yards wider, when his rushed effort flew wide of the mark, while James Williams couldn't keeper his header on target as Trinity went close again.
The visitors conducted a dress rehearsal, when Stephen Forster got forward on the right and crossed to Walton who headed against the right hand upright.
Two minutes later the same Forster down the right, followed by a cross to Walton, beyond the Gainsborough keeper Lloyd Allinson, saw the prolific marksman net his ninth goal of the season, when he directed a header back across the face of the goal and just inside that very same right stick. Practice makes perfect!
Dan Lowson denied Allot and Clarke nodded the ball narrowly wide from Curtis Morrison's cross from the dead ball line... while Michael Turner saw a speculative long range shot fly narrowly wide of the hosts goal, right on the stroke of half time.
HT: Holy Blues 0 v The Highwaymen 1
Billy Chadwick put in a great shift for Gainsborough and probably ran James close for the man of the match award, with his link up play, while Simon Russell adapted well, filling in to protect his defence in whatever the modern day name is for the role that used to be known as a 'Libero', when football was still played in black and white and people took wooden rattles with them to the match and wore silky rosettes in club colours.
Trinity rode their luck... and probably several other people's sahre of good fortune too, ten minutes after the interval, when Liam Noble rolled a slide-rule pass forward, right in front of Jack Foalle, that saw the former Whitley Bay striker, take the ball around Allinson, before a last ditch intervention from the over-exposed keeper, saw him haul the visitors number nine down, just outside his penalty area. The match referee: Reece Davies, decided that the offence only warranted a yellow card, much to the disbelief of the Morpeth players, whose annoyance was further compounded, when Noble sent the resulting free kick over the bar.
Allinson struggled to hold onto a Michael McKeown  strike from outside the area, and would have been relieved to see the ball spin wide of the post.
Gainsborough pushed for an equaliser late on and were almost on level terms when Morrison's shot, as he cut in from the right, was deflected over the bar.
Clarke went close again and Allot was thwarted by a last ditch block as he cut into the Morpeth area from the left, while Dowson, the visitors goalkeeper, seemed to be involved in the thick of the action every few moments as the clock ticked down to full time, when the visitors celebrated hanging on for a hard won three points.
FT: Gainsborough Trinity 0 v Morpeth Town 1
Gainsborough have an away game in Third Qualifying Round of the FA Trophy, against Darlington, to look forward to next weekend, before Stalybridge Celtic arrive at the Northolme seven days later for an FA Cup tie. Trinity's next league fixture isn't until Saturday 7th December, when they face Scarborough Athletic at home. 
While Morpeth travel across to Bamber Bridge next Saturday for a NPL fixture, where they could do today's host a big favour, if they could win on the road again, for the second week running.

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Retford 3 v Handsworth 2 - NMU21L

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Thursday 21st November 2019
Worksop Van Hire North Midland U21 League
Retford (1) 3
Callum Wilson 23, 70
Kris Scott 85 pen
Handsworth (0) 2
Callum Walton 59,
Owen Darwent 86
To read Rich Williams' detailed match report from the Retford FC website: click HERE
Retford:
Adam Hicks, Will Hunter, Myles Cassidy, Olly Presley, Reuben Brewin-Hawkins, Kian Goodall, Dalton Sikhosana, Kris Scott, Callum Wilson, Luke Abdy, Owen Clarke.
Subs - Louis Hubner, George Hudson, Ethan Cowan.
Handsworth:
James Gamble. Maxim Hague, Ellis Moore, Callum Geelan, Ethan Hobson, Joe Parkin, Callum Walton, Jack Charlesworth, Rene Marsden, Mohamed Saeed, Ryan Dixon.
Subs - Ellis B. Moore, Owen Darwent, Ricky Hall, Alex Stacey, Laurence Ward.
An under-strength Retford side, beat the current league leaders, reigning champions (and most likely champions-elect too) Handsworth, in this WVH North Midland U21 Development League fixture, under the lights at the Rail Ground. And in doing so, a few of their mix and match line-up possibly pushed their selection claims, while filling in for their AWOL colleagues, into the bargain too.
With all due respect to everyone involved with the Babworth Road outfit, this was a result that I hadn't envisaged in advance... not by any stretch of my far-flung imagination whatsoever.
To be perfectly honest, if I hadn't have been present to witness what unfolded, with my own eyes, I'd probably have suspected that whoever inputs the results on the league website, was guilty of inserting a typo, when I had a look to check out the results later on tonight.
During the early exchanges, which almost had an air of inevitably about them, the visitors appeared to be playing a game of cat and mouse with their hosts, waiting for the opportunity to pounce, before striding on towards claiming yet another scalp.
But football doesn't always stick to any kind of script and a hard-working Choughs defence, having displayed a whole lot of tenacity, togetherness and hard graft, were rewarded for their rearguard efforts in the twenty-third minute, when Callum Wilson exploited a momentary gap through the middle of the Ambers backline and took his chance to beat James Gamble from fifteen yards out with a quality strike
The opening goal provoked the kind of reaction from the visitors that you'd expect when poking a bees nest with a stick, while wearing just a pair of Speedos and a coating of honey... but though Retford rode their luck a couple of times, they were still that single goal in front at half time, even though Handsworth had hit the post and stretched their hosts, almost to breaking point, a couple of times.
After the restart, a rampant Handsworth side was straight on the front foot, hunting for the goals that had proved elusive thus far. On any other given night, but for the defensive prowess of Reuben Brewin-Hawkins, the positional awareness of Adam Hicks and an unwanted portion of bad fortune, Rene Marsden would already have been on a hat-trick, before Ryan Dixon rounded the Choughs keeper and miskicked into the side netting with the goal at his mercy.
Retford continued to repel a wave of Ambers attacks, but just before the hour mark, Callum Walton moved the ball along the edge of the home sides area, to make himself enough room to pick his spot and level the game up. It had been coming.
Oh well, it had been good while it lasted. But with everyone expecting Handsworth to take control of the game from here on in, Callum Wilson got onto the end of a defence-splitting pass from Owen Clarke and left Gamble grasping at thin air again as, against all the odds, the home side were in front for the second time.
Having just set up one goal, Clarke was involved again, when he was tripped just inside the Handsworth area, which afforded Kris Scott with the opportunity to increase Retford's lead from the penalty spot. 
As the Choughs gave themselves a two-goal cushion, with under five minutes of the game remaining, Handsworth were reduced to ten men, when Ethan Hobson became the first-ever player to be sin-binned during a game featured on this here blog, for talking out of turn to the referee, in response to the penalty award. Which effectively ruled him out of the remainder of the game.
Moments after Hobson left the pitch, the Ambers broke forward quickly and Owen Darwent nipped in between Hicks and Will Hunter, who lost his footing, to lift the ball over the advancing Retford number one, to set up a grandstand finish to the game.
But the hosts dug in and held onto their hard-won three points.
FT: Retford U21 3 v Handsworth U21 2

Huddersfield Town 1 v Birmingham City 1 - EFL Championship

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Saturday 23rd November 2019
SkyBet Championship
at the John Smith's Stadium
Huddersfield Town (0) 1
Fraizer Campbell 55
Birmingham City (0) 1
Marc Roberts/Lukas Jutkiewicz 78
Some post match press coverage has credited Lukas Jutkiewicz with the Blues goal, because Marc Roberts' header 'went in' off of the visitors number ten, so debate that one amongst yourself... the main thing is that it 'went in'.
Attendance: 22,573
Point & hope photo gallery: click HERE
Happy birthday to the former Birmingham, Huddersfield
and England etc. etc. maverick, that is Frank Worthington
Huddersfield Town are back in the Championship, following two seasons where they were, in all honesty, punching above their weight, in the Premier League; which is where they were plying their trade the last time that Birmingham City visited the John Smith's Stadium, for an FA Cup Fourth Round game in January 2018, which (just like this afternoon's game) finished one apiece.
The Terriers won the replay to that particular game 1-4, at St. Andrew's.
The west Yorkshire side crash-landed on their arrival back in the Football League this term, and subsequently turned to Danny and Nicky Cowley, the management team at Lincoln City (a team who've only won once since the sibling management duo decamped from Sincil Bank), to steady the Terriers ship.
In the interim, Huddersfield have climbed out of the relegation places, and prior to today's game had risen to nineteenth in the table, six points and six places behind Pep Clotet's Blues.
I hear tell, that the Kirklees Stadium is a nice modern ground, with great facilities.
Aesthetics aside... it most certainly isn't!
And I would invite anybody claiming such a falsehood, to attend a fixture here on a wet and windswept Winter's day, like say... today, to experience the true grimness of this open to the elements wind trap of a ground. Especially in the away section, where the bijou concourse, is outdoors, exposed to the elements and invariably overcrowded, while the toilets are barely adequate enough to accommodate even a modest number of visiting supporters. Today. Birmingham's travelling fans had once again, sold out their full allocation of tickets.
"It's a long, long road"
Outside the other areas of the ground, there are outdoor fenced off areas for smokers, but in the away end's 'Stalag compound', everyone is just squeezed in together.
Today, the front fifteen or so rows of seats in the 'Abzorb Stand' were completely saturated following this afternoon's deluge followed by persistent drizzle all afternoon; while the travelling disabled supporters were lined up pitchside, beyond the perimeter advertising hoardings, right in the line of fire of any stray balls, beside the goal. Though the stewards did fetch a few polythene poncho type things to spare a few of them from getting completely drenched.
Nice modern ground with great facilities my arse!
By heck! Somebody needs a brush trim.
The first time that I ever visited this place, the far end stand (from what is now the away end) was still under construction... and consequently, the experience was akin to watching a game in a wind tunnel. And it wasn't much better today, but hey ho! Musn't grumble... football is, when all said and done, a winter game and it was a snip, at a mere £30 a chuck, to be exposed to whatever the weather was destined to chuck at us, while watching two evenly matched teams slug out a draw.
A regular football watching habit often manifests itself as a character building test of your patience, stamina and resolve, but, in the main, the joys outweigh the sorrows, even though there are invariably less of them as you march on along the long, long road.
If you haven't got the wherewithal to stomach (quite) a bit of inconvenience from time to time (or even most of the time), then this way of life isn't any sort of vocation that will suit you.
If you want to stay warm, dry and comfortable on a Saturday afternoon and be entertained too, then there is an Odeon cinema next door to this open-plan arena, that should be right up your street and it only costs around a third of the price of a match ticket to gain entry there too.
But: "Jaws was never my scene and I don't like Star Wars!"... so, ignore me moaning about the crap that football fans put up with on a regular basis, because we all know exactly where I am going to be at 3PM next Saturday too, along with thousands of other fellow masochists.
In the eyes of the uninitiated, our partisan behavioural traits and allegiances might appear to be some kind of ritual, borne out of having a severe mental affliction, or some kind of addiction that we can't shake off (and I personally wouldn't dispute that there could be a whole lot of truth in that either).
It's a subculture existence, where otherwise sensible people, have tumbled haplessly over a demarcation line, somewhere in between passionate loyalty and blind stupidity. Don't you go falling on me when you get here... because personally, I accepted my fate a looong time ago.
But, that said, I'm not looking for a cure for my apparent madness, and lifestyle choices/priorities. that border on some kind of an obsession.
Besides, who'd ever want to be sane all of the time anyway!?
If you want to see what actually happens to the completely lost causes and no-hopers, who attach themselves to football with a religious-like fervour, to use the game as a conduit for their blinkered (and more often than not extremely angry) narrow minded world view narrative, of a wide cross-spectrum of people involved within the game; then you don't have to delve very deeply into several online discussion forums and social media groups, to spot many, many, extreme examples of 'screw loose' over-reactions and tantrums, posted by people who don't even have anything even resembling a tenuous grasp of either reality or perspective. Might I just add, that if anybody out there thinks I'm having a dig at them personally, by espousing such an accusatory theory, you're effing well right... I am!
If truth be told, today's game was on a par with the weather at times... fairly grim.
And while neither side played badly enough to warrant being defeated, they weren't exactly ripping up any trees in attack at either end of the pitch either.
There were times, when the fare on offer was about as compelling to watch, as a slow-paced game of tactical chess... and the odd flurries provided by Huddersfield's slide-rule forward passes, for their runners to make a lung-busting dash to get onto the end of, and Blues neat passing triangle exchanges to escape from tight situations, weren't exactly putting either Kamil Grabara, the hosts Polish goalkeeper, or Connal Trueman, who was making his first appearance of the season, in place of Birmingham's (much-maligned) regular number one: Lee Camp, under a great deal of pressure.
For the record, Camp was 'rested' today, after Pep Clotet had decided to select the twenty-three year old replacement instead, following discussions with his goalkeeping coach Darryl Flahavan, about several costly incidents in recent games, involving the Northern Ireland stopper. 
As regards today's encounter... if this had been a coaching demonstration, highlighting the virtues of a high press, hard work, rigid formations off the ball and containment, and suffocating the oppositions ability to be creative in key areas, then both sides would have graduated with very high pass marks indeed.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, needs must and I perfectly understand the logic behind such an approach, as Messrs Cowley and Clotet set out their stalls not to lose, rather than actually go all out to win the game. And besides, it was a useful point for both camps in the final analysis.
But it would've been nice to have seen the players with the ability to run at defences, being given a bit more of a chance to illuminate this spectacle at times.
Trueman did very well, whenever he was called upon to do anything, even though the need for him to get involved didn't arise very often... so much kudos is due in his direction, for staying alert and focused, for the long spells, when the vast majority of other players on pitch, were battling it out, to find a way to unlock each other's congested midfield zones of the pitch, while effectively cancelling each other out.
I could have sworn that I heard somebody refer to the game as a 'dead rubber', on a radio phone-in, on my way home, but I might have misheard the caller, because I was still chuckling to myself about the Leeds United supporter who'd just rung in, to 'discuss' his team's 1-2 win at Luton Town, where he announced across the airwaves, in a forthright manner: "Those people who ring in to say that Patrick Bamford is shit, are talking a load of fucking rubbish!" A statement that proved, if nothing else, a certain local radio station around this neck of the woods, needs to use a time delay on it's live broadcasts, to avoid further embarrassment in future, now that the horse has bolted and the potential for future verbal transgressions might've just sparked off a new copycat craze.
Chances to break the deadlock were few and far between during the opening forty-five minutes, though Trueman would've grown in confidence, after he pulled off a fine save, to deny Trevoh Chalobah a headed goal.
Ten minutes into the second half, Chalobah drilled a measured and well weighted pass through the visitors defence for Fraizer Campbell to run onto, while the Blues players strung across the edge of the area responded to a cry of "Simon says, stand still and leave your goalkeeper exposed!" Campbell, who scored against Blues for Hull City the last time I saw him in action, was never going to miss a chance like that.

Blues finally responded to going a goal behind, with twelve minutes remaining, from a set piece goal, that saw Dan Crowley's delivery pick out Marc Roberts, whose goal-bound downward header, glanced off of Lukas Jutkiewicz, as it beat Grabara.
Right at the death, Huddersfield were grateful to their Polish keeper, when he pulled off a 'worldly' of a save to deny Alvaro Gimenez from what would've been his second ever goal for Birmingham.
FT: Huddersfield Town 1 v Birmingham City 1
A fair result all told, because in the final analysis, neither team played badly enough to warrant a defeat, but neither of them did quite enough to deserve a victory either.
As the saying goes: "It's grim 'oop t'north!"

Sheffield Wednesday 1 v Birmingham City 1 - EFL Championship

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Wednesday 27th November 2019
SkyBet EFL Championship
at Hillsborough Stadium
Sheffield Wednesday (0) 1
Kadeem Harris 81
Birmingham City (0) 1
Alvaro Gimenez 48
Attendance: 22,059
Point & hope mobile phone pictures: Click HERE
Sheffield Wednesday:
Dawson, Fox, Lee (Forestieri, 56), Fletcher, Bannan, Borner (Lees, h/t), Reach (Nuhiu, 67), Luongo, Odubajo, Iorfa.
Unused subs - Jones, Pelupessy, Murphy, Hutchinson.
Birmingham City:
Trueman, Pedersen, Roberts, Colin, Crowley, Bela (Montero, 70), Clarke-Salter, Villalba, Bellingham (Davis, 82), Gimenez (Jutkiewicz, 66), Sunjic.
Unused subs - Camp, Harding, McEachran, Bailey.
Sheffield Wednesday's boss: Garry Monk, whose previous post had been the manager's job at Birmingham City, lit the blue touch paper in the build-up to tonight's game, when he was asked about his former assistant: Pep Clotet in his pre-match press conference and he made the following statement:
“In terms of... I don’t know what it is, is it interim, caretaker head coach? I don’t know what his title is. I don’t speak with him.
“What’s most important to me is when I’m assembling a staff around me and to work with me the key thing is to give them an opportunity and show them complete trust, and  you hope that they repay that trust.
“Sadly not everyone has that character. Some choose to pursue their own opportunities in the worst possible way.
“The most important bit for me is you live and you learn. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t listen to a lot of people in Football circles who warned me about the character he is. That’s an error of judgement from myself but it’s a mistake I won’t be making in the future.
“I don’t want to waste any more energy on it.”
Monk also admits he was hurt by his sacking, claiming he’d saved a team that was heading in the wrong direction.
“A lot of the players at Birmingham were there when I was.
“I look back there with fantastic memories, the feeling the fans and players had was that they were dead and buried but we turned that around. The players were committed.
“I have a lot of respect for the players and fans. But decisions were made, whether you agree or not and you move on. It hurt me to leave the club at that time after we feel we did a very good job
“I’ve watched their last four/five games, I’ll always want that club to do well and the players there with me in their careers but obviously not on Wednesday night.
“My heart and soul is here and we are working as hard as we can to give the fan base success.”
Subsequently, Birmingham City responded to Monk's slight against his replacement in the St. Andrew's, on the club's official Twitter feed (see above).
The ‘you want to come’ comment is a reference to a reply given by Blues director Edward Cheng to a message posted on Twitter, by a disgruntled fan, back in September. When he invited the supporter to meet him in the club car park on his return from an away fixture. Whether that implied that Cheng wanted a 'straightener' with the supporter or a face to face discussion and an opportunity to explain a few facts, is still open to conjecture.
Either way, as regards this added sideshow of a situation, Monk turned his back on (and snubbed) Clotet as the Spaniard approached him and offered him a handshake before kick-off.
Football is a passionate game... and people do have differences and fall-outs. And invariably, all clubs have a massive turnover of staff, managers, coaches and players, on a fairly regular basis. Alas, it is almost inevitable, that a large proportion of splits and parting of the ways, won't be amicable, in a large number of cases, and a certain amount of acrimony will be inevitable. Each individual case has it's own unique potential to become even less harmonious as time passes by... and of course, there is always more than one side to every tale of woe.
So let's not lose sight of the fact, that this was all about a game of football, between Sheffield Wednesday and Birmingham City, not some cringe-worthy 'let's sort it out behind the bike sheds after school' type kerfuffle between two former friends.
Monk set his bait, but Clotet didn't even so much as take a nibble, nor did he get involved with the mudslinging that continued after tonight's 1-1 draw.
It's sad that the former Blues (Swansea City, Leeds United and Middlesbrough) manager, now feels the need to play to yet another gallery at Hillsborough, to curry favour and ingratiate himself to a new audience, but it is, what it is.
In my humble opinion, Monk did an excellent job of galvanising things at Birmingham City, and put in a great deal of effort to engage with the fans, while getting everybody to sing from the same hymn-sheet, And I must concede that when he was still in situ at St. Andrew's, the taunts from opposition fans, aimed his way when Blues faced Leeds and Middlesbrough, did appear to be tinged with no small amount of bitterness and maybe even a sprinkling of envy.
But as facts begin to emerge, bit by bit, about the opposite side of the coin, as regards some of Monk's self-serving practices, that led to him being extricated from St. Andrew's; that self-same: "Fuck Garry Monk!" chant emanated from the away end tonight, along with "Garry Monk, your football is shit!" ad "Garry, Garry what's the score?", after Alvaro Gimenez had given the visitors a forty-eighth minute lead.
"Pep Clotet's blue and white army!" was also given an airing, by way of a testament to the Spaniard's more cavalier approach to tactics and the infusion of several flair players to the Blues mix, since Monk's departure.
Life goes on, planet football continues to rotate... and supporters who're in need of some reassurance that their club is on the verge of better things, love a manager who says things along the lines of: “My heart and soul is here and we are working as hard as we can to give the fan base success.”
Monk is a highly polished, tried and tested performer to this end, with an ever-increasing track record of 'quickies' and short term flings, as regards managerial appointments, that never seem to last very long.
And though I'd be very reluctant to put the boot in on him personally, after he steadied the ship at Birmingham City during a turbulent time, I can't help thinking that I've witnessed this scenario somewhere else before.
"Maybe he just wanted to move on and manage a bigger club this time", opined a Wednesday fan of my acquaintance.
For the record, the individual who is currently Sheffield Wednesday's first team manager (for the time being at least) didn't move on by choice... he was sacked.
And as regards: a bigger club... Really? Are you being serious?
Methinks somebody needs to take a reality check. The Owls are no bigger than Blues, or Swansea, Leeds and Middlesbrough for that matter. In fact, with all due respect, Wednesday aren't even the biggest club in Sheffield these days.
The first half was a really scrappy affair, dominated by Wednesday hitting long balls in the general direction of Scotland striker Steven Fletcher... it was an intriguing aside to observe the ball closely during these numerous examples of hoof-ball escapades, to see if it was going to descend back towards pitch level, frosted by a coating of snow, such was the sub-zero temperature in this chilly corner of south Yorkshire tonight.
Fran Villalba had Blues best chance, but he went for precision, rather than pace, from the edge of the Owls area and the hosts keeper Cameron Dawson was virtually afforded the opportunity to lay down and wait for the ball to arrive, rather than actually having to take a dive to reach it.
Despite their lump it and hope game-plan, the home side did produce the two best openings of the opening forty five minutes; the first when Kieran Lee broke free, forcing Connal Trueman into spreading himself, to block and then save the ensuing effort, shortly before Moses Odubajo ran in towards Trueman's goal from the right, before unleashing a dipping shot that crashed off of the top of the crossbar.
The second half started well for the visitors, when just three minutes after the restart, Alvaro Gimenez struck to give Clotet's side the lead, with a deft flick at the near post, from Jeremie Bela's right wing delivery, after Jude Bellingham and Dan Crowley had combined well in the middle of the park to set the ball in motion.
Kadeem Harris had quite a few of the home fans up out of their seats and cheering just before the hour mark, when in bulged the net in front of the Hillsborough Kop Alas, his effort had gone wide and fooled them all...but  by heck! It was bloody close though.
Bellingham had half a chance to double Blues lead, but his shot cleared Dawson's crossbar.
Crowley got himself into a good position to shoot, but his shot barely troubled the Owls keeper.
Maybe the answer to Birmingham's lack of firepower, to add the finishing touches to some of their intricate passing movements appeared from the subs bench for the closing stages of the game, in the shape of Jefferson Montero (on loan from Swansea City), though he does seem to prefer a wide role, or with Bela who made way for the skilful Ecuadorian, but the jury is still out on both of them, as of yet, as they look to blend into the mix at their new club.
As the game moved into the final ten minutes, Harris spared his manager's blushes, with a well taken equaliser, that found it's way through several pairs of Blues players legs, before nestling just inside the right hand post.
Just when it had looked as though Birmingham were going to tough out an ugly win, they were now having to resort to some last ditch defending, as the Owls pumped the ball into Trueman's goalmouth and pressed for a goal that would clinch them a win.
Atdhe Nuhiu, on as a sub for Wednesday, forced a good stop from Trueman, while Massimo Luongo was a fraction away from nicking the points for the hosts, until Marc Roberts got in the way to make a headed clearance off of Blues goal-line.
FT: Sheffield Wednesday 1 v Birmingham City 1
Blues were hanging on a bit towards the end, but held onto a point.
On Saturday, they face another ex-manager: Gary Rowett, who recently took charge of Millwall, when the Lions visit St. Andrew's.
Wednesday meanwhile, face a trip to the Valley at the weekend to face Charlton Athletic, whose recent loss of form has seen them slide down the Championship table, following a promising start to the current season.

Birmingham City 1 v Millwall 1 - EFL Championship

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Saturday 30th November 2019
SkyBet EFL Championship
at St. Andrew's Stadium
Birmingham City (0) 1
Jake Clarke-Salter 79
Millwall (0) 1
Shaun Williams 61
Attendance: 19,715 (inc. 1,182 Millwall fans)
Point & hope mobile phone pictures: click HERE
Birmingham City:
Trueman, Pedersen, Roberts (Dean, 26), Colin, Crowley, Jutkiewicz, Clarke-Salter, Villalba (Bela, 55), Bellingham, Gimenez (Montero, 65), Sunjic.
Unused subs - Camp, McEachran, Maghoma, Davis
Millwall
Bialkowski, M Wallace, Cooper, Williams, J Wallace, Thompson (O'Brien, 89), Smith (Bradshaw, 84), Romeo, Pearce: Molumby, Skala (Bodvarsson, 84).
Unused subs - Steele, Brown, Mahoney, Mitchell
Today marked a rare event in modern-day football when neither team had a single-player either cautioned or sent off throughout the entire duration of the game.
One might ask, whether the referee had forgotten to bring his cards along?
Though a more cynical observer could suggest, with no small amount of justification at times, that, in order to receive a booking, harshly or otherwise, one has to put in some kind of meaningful, or forceful challenge, so there was hardly likely to have been any need for the referee, Mr Andy Woolmer, to dish out any form of punishment at any given time.
I suppose also, that it isn't beyond the realms of possibility that the match official turned a blind eye to several transgressions, to let the game flow, sans any interruptions, or that he merely missed or at least misread several important incidents... I know which version of events I'm leaning towards subscribing to.
Because there were two decisions that were pivotal to the outcome of this game, that, in my humble opinion, the referee could and should have called differently... and they were Murray Wallace's first-half trip on Jude Bellingham, and Jake Cooper's second-half shirt tugging misdemeanour as Alvaro Gimenez homed in on the visitors goal, which both occurred inside the Millwall penalty area(s).
Of course, there is no guarantee that Blues would have scored from either instance of being awarded a spot-kick, but we'll never know the answer to that conundrum because of Mr Woolmer's laissez-faire approach to game management.
Of course, Pep Clotet was adamant that both instances were stonewall penalty appeals, while the former Blues manager Gary Rowett, who currently occupies the Millwall hot-seat suggested otherwise, though he was magnanimous enough to concede one of his own staff was of the opinion that the pull on Giminez was a foul.
From my own completely impartial and neutral viewpoint, I feel to compelled to add... of course Blues were denied at least one, if not two, definite penalties this afternoon, by yet another cheating fuck-pig of an EFL match official. Paranoid? Me? You bet I am!
But regardless of Blues not getting the rub of the green as regards either decision, one mustn't lose sight of the fact, that the worrying and very real reason that they haven't won a game in their last five outings, is that only lowly Middlesbrough and Wigan have scored fewer goals than the 15th placed Blues in the Championship this term. 
Though an eternal optimist could counter that by pointing out that three consecutive 1-1 draws, also constitutes the embryonic stages of an unbeaten run, the alarm bells have been sounding for a while now, as regards turning possession into goals and adding some kind of tangible end product to Birmingham's new all singing, all dancing, tactical approach this season.
Penalty appeala and debates aside, Millwall were by far the better team in the first half, as Connal Trueman continued to stake his claim as Blues first-choice goalkeeper, with a brace of top drawer saves, to keep out a header from Matt Smith and a well-struck half-volley by Ben Thompson.
Sadly Marc Roberts was stretchered from the pitch during the first half, hopefully, he isn't as badly hurt as was first feared. Club captain: Harlee Dean came on to replace his injured defensive colleague, returning from a three game suspension.
After the break, it was a far more evenly matched affair, but Trueman was called into action again, to deny Matt Smith at full stretch, from a Jed Wallace cross.
In the sixtieth minute, it was Wallace who unlocked Blues rearguard, with a surging run and decisive delivery to Shaun Williams, who opened the scoring with a long-range strike. Cometh the hour n' all that.
Blues were stung into action by Williams' goal and drew level in the seventy-ninth minute, when Jake Clarke-Salter, who has continued to impress of late, during his loan spell from Chelsea, towered above the Lions defence to head home Dan Crowley's cross.
Jude Bellingham went close to claiming all three points for Blues towards the end of the game, but it's fast becoming a tradition for the current Blues side to score just one goal per game.
And besides, on the balance of play, the draw was probably a fairer result than a home win.
But hey! What the bloody hell has fairness got to do with anything!?
FT: Birmingham City 1 v Millwall 1
That nice Mr Rowett conducted himself impeccably today... maybe Garry Monk could take lessons from him as regards managerial etiquette before his Wednesday side visit St. Andrew's later in the season. Assuming that he is still in charge at Hillsborough in February.
Blues are on the road next weekend as they travel to Reading, while Millwall will face Nottingham Forest at home on Friday night, in a live televised encounter.
Enjoy your football everybody :-)

Notts County 1 v Sutton United 1 - National League

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Saturday 7th December 2019
National League
at Meadow Lane
Notts County (1) 1
Wes Thomas 14
Sutton United (0) 0
Harry Beautyman 76
Attendance: 5,652 (inc 205 away fans)
Non chronological phone pictures: click HERE
To quote the late Rutger Hauer: "Not everything in black and white makes sense".
'Tis a phrase that could readily be coined to describe the tactics and game-plan that was hatched by today's home side, who, having taken the lead on the back of a convincing attacking opening spell, seemed quite content to sit back and defend the slender lead they had, for the remaining seventy seven minutes (plus stoppage time), in an attempt to contain relegation threatened Sutton United, while hitting them sporadically (and not overly convincingly) on the counter attack.
The visitors happily accepted County's overly cautious switch in play, while taking it as an open invitation to 'come and have a go', while possibly even sensing that Neal Ardley's side were displaying no small level of fear and anxiety, because, if truth be told, this 'Pies team aren't actually all that good, and they looked visibly scared to open up the game and take a few risks, in case they squandered their narrow lead in front of their own fans.
You would have thought that attack is surely the best form of defence in such circumstances, but either way, County took their foot off the gas, while Matt Gray's side upped the ante and having eventually drawn level, could count themselves unlucky not to claim all three points, late in the day.
But while the curious approach of disappearing into their shells, contributed in no small part to Notts' own downfall, it would be unfair not to give Sutton the credit that they deserved, for fighting their way back into the game and showing the kind of application that strongly suggested that they 'wanted it more' than their once illustrious hosts.
It all started well for County, who, from the outset, looked very lively and capable of securing a convincing win... until they actually went in front, after which time they faded away fairly quickly.
The early exchanges, saw the 'Pies pressing forward, particularly on the right hand side of their attack, where Richard Brindley combined well with Enzio Boldewijn, to put the visitors under a lot of pressure.
A long-range shot by Mitch Rose skidded wide of the left hand upright as the visitors defence began leaving a few gaps for County to exploit. And at that point, the way the game was developing pointed towards the fact that it was only a matter of time before County took the lead... and it came as no surprise to anyone when Boldewijn dribbled his way into the Sutton area, before drilling a low cross towards Wes Thomas, who turned the ball past Nikola Tsanev and into the bottom corner of the net.
Momentum has a considerable impact on the outcome of games, so why Notts decided not to seize the initiative and go for Sutton's jugular, while they were on the front foot, is anyone's guess.
But County took to trying to contain the south London side instead of asserting themselves on the game and put men behind the ball, when all the home supporters wanted them to do was put 'the Amber and Chocolates' to the sword and get the Yuletide festivities started with another goal (at the very least) and more of the same attacking endeavour that they had witnessed from the start of the game. I don't think it would be too much of an exaggeration to say, some of the home sides players went missing in action, as the 'Pies lost their shape at times and misplaced the cohesion that they had been showing earlier in the game.
Harry Beautyman was putting himself about to good effect for Sutton, while filling the hole between midfield and attack. The circumference of his domain grew, as a rise in confidence on the visitors part saw them give their small, but noisy, band of travelling fans plenty to enthuse about. He sprayed passes one way then the other, as United took County on down both flanks... and wasn't shy about battling his way straight down the middle into the heart of the hosts rearguard either.
Notts momentarily showed a glimpse of the endeavour that had seen them take the lead, but when Richards crossed to Thomas with what was a virtually identical copy of Boldewijn's delivery that Thomas had scored from, the same player didn't connect with the ball quite as well this time and Tsanev got down to his left, to make a fairly comfortable save.
County got into the Pantomime season mood, with a host of slapstick comedy routines and sloppy passes along the edge of their own area, that almost presented Beautyman with an early Christmas present, but Sam Slocombe came to Notts rescue and got behind the ball.
Just before half time David Ajiboye tried his luck from outside the area, with the home defence backing off and allowing him all the time in the world to pick his spot... and though Ardley's misfiring team took a one goal lead into the interval, the warning signs were there, that Sutton weren't just here to make the numbers up.
Damien McCrory and Connell Rawlinson both went close to doubling County's lead in the second half, and both near misses were to prove costly in the final reckoning. Tommy Wright caused a fright in the hosts six yard box, but as he knocked the ball past Slocombe, Brindley had taken up a good position to cover his keeper's back and he hooked the ball away from on the line.
Given his immense input to this contest, it was fitting that when Sutton got their equaliser, it was Beautyman who squeezed the ball past Slocombe from a tight angle, having battled his way almost to the dead-ball line through a scrum of defenders, who had been too wary to put a tackle in, in case the visitors number ten went to ground.
While several County fans within earshot of me, lamented that it was a poor goal to concede defensively (which it was, given the odds of three on one in their teams favour), it needs putting on record, that it was also a smartly taken goal, from an acute angle.
Moments later, the visitors captain Craig Eastmond, made a surging run towards Slocombe's goal, through the left channel, having been afforded the luxury of a clear route by five pedestrian Notts players... and he was unlucky to see his left-footed strike skim inches wide of the right hand post.
205 Sutton United fans in the Derek Pavis Stand
Regan Booty (twice) and the 'Pies skipper Michael Doyle went close in the closing moments of the game, but Tsanev did well to claw away a free kick from the former, while the latter was thwarted by the same player when the got to the rebound first.
FT: Notts County 1 v Sutton United 1
Sutton dropped back into the National League's bottom four (relegation places) following today's draw, but three wins out of their previous four games prior to this afternoon, bodes well for them in their fight for survival.
County for their part, clocked up their fifth successive game without a win.
Twelfth placed Notts face two away games in the run up to Xmas, at Chesterfield in the FA Trophy next weekend and FC Halifax Town in the league, a week later.
Meanwhile, Sutton face a long away trip to Fylde on Tuesday night, followed by back to back home games at Gander Green Lane, against Dagenham & Redbridge in the FA Trophy and Wrexham in the league. Incidentally, Wrexham's 2-0 win over high-flying Solihull Moors today, saw them leapfrog over Sutton the the table (by virtue of goals scored) to move into twentieth place.
Who played well for Notts County today? You may well (not) be asking.
I'd have to say, after considering the few options that there were. that it was the Trombone player, who I happened upon strutting his stuff, during a rousing version of "Good King Wenceslas" by the band who were playing Carols outside the main entrance to the ground prior to the game.
Maybe Neal Ardley should have sent him on at half-time?

Birmingham City 0 v Queens Park Rangers 2 - EFL Championship

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Wednesday 11th September 2019
SkyBet EFL Championship
at St. Andrew's Stadium
Birmingham City (0) 0
Queens Park Rangers (1) 2
Grant Hall 45+1
Bright Osayi-Samuel 68
Attendance: 18,161
Prior to kick-off, a period of applause was observed, in memory of the two former Birmingham managers: Ron Saunders and Jim Smith, who both sadly passed away this week. Smith, of course, also managed tonight's visitors: QPR too.
The home side was chopped and changed for this Wednesday night fixture, because of several key players currently being unavailable through injury. And without wanting to cast aspersions on any of the squad members who were drafted in... it showed at times, on what was a bad night at the office for Blues.
Mark Warburton's Rangers netted a scrappy goal in stoppage time, of a very (s)crappy first-half when Blues had struggled to clear a long delivery into their area, that glanced off of the head of Harlee Dean, who collided with Kristian Pedersen, to play a scrummage of visiting players onside, as he and Wes Harding struggled to protect Connal Trueman.
Prior to taking the lead, QPR had offered very little going forward, while Jeremie Bela and Jude Bellingham had been instrumental in chipping away at the fringes of the hoops rearguard, where eight half chances had gone begging for the hosts.
Bela was replaced a few minutes into the second half (which was something of a surprise) as was Alvaro Giminez (which probably wasn't on the night), as Pep Clotet made a tactical switch, sending on Lukas Jutkewicz and Odin Gailey, suggesting that Blues might be going more direct, with young Bailey feeding off of Jutkiewicz's flick-ons, though that shift in the game-plan didn't actually materialise, as Blues continued to keep the ball on the deck instead of adopting a horses for courses strategy. And besides, Rangers weren't in the mood for conceding much ground to that end anyway.
Jefferson Montero was also introduced just after the hour, to bolster Birmingham's fire-power, but within moments of the Ecuadorian international entering the fray, Bright Osayi-Samuel got free on the left for Rangers and charged towards the home side's area, leaving Maxime Colin in his slip-stream, before unleashing an unstoppable strike past Trueman into the roof of the net, to double
 the west London side's lead.
Montero, for his part, made put in few powerful runs on the left, but the string of crosses he delivered were all fairly easily dealt with by the QPR defence, who weren't troubled unduly for the majority of the second half, in spite of the stats saying that Blues had another eight attempts on goal, after the break too.
To be honest, I have no recollection of there having been quite that many.
Jutkiewicz had two half-chances towards the end of the game, but it was just not happening for Blues tonight in front of the visitor's goal and I don't think that they would've scored if the game had dragged on until after midnight.
FT: Birmingham City 0 v Queens Park Rangers 2
Rangers worked hard at closing any creative intentions Birmingham might've had tonight down and deserved this win, with what was a typical away performance.
Blues only had two goalscoring opportunities on target all night... they'll have to do better than that against Championship leaders West Bromwich Albion who visit St. Andrew's at the weekend (12.30PM).
Meanwhile, QPR will be looking for their third win in a row, when they travel to Oakwell, to take on Barnsley, later the same afternoon.

Nottingham Forest 3 v Birmingham City 2 - PDL North

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Friday 6th December 2019
Professional Development League
at the Impact Arena, Alfreton Town FC
Nottingham Forest (3) 3
Alex Mighten 13
Kieran Hayes 20
Kieth Asare 26
Birmingham City (0) 2
Miguel Fernandez 57
Adan George 58 Pen
As the goal-times suggest, Blues had a torrid time of things during the opening thirty minutes, at the hands of a rampant Forest side, who, had it not been for the agility of the experienced visitor's keeper David Stockdale, could have been at least six goals to the good, by the time that Kieth Asare netted what was only the Reds third.
But a tactical switch by Birmingham's U23 head coach Steve Spooner, shortly after the half hour mark, saw the visitors abandon their midfield diamond formation and finish the first half on a far better footing, before actually taking control of the game after the interval of this archetypal 'game of two halves'.
The impressive Stockdale, wasn't the only senior Birmingham City player present tonight, in a game that was also used to get Gary Gardner seventy-three minutes of competitive action under his belt, as he looks to build up his fitness in readiness for a first-team return in Pep Clotet's Blues side.
Clotet's team travel to the Madjeski Stadium tomorrow, where they will face Reading, while Forest's first team were in action tonight at Millwall, where Aiden O'Brien denied them a win with a ninety second minute goal, in a game that finished 2-2.
I am all set to travel to Reading tomorrow... at least I was. The train and match tickets are tucked safely away in my coat pocket and I've loaded several hours worth of Gil Scott Heron, Alternative TV, Jah Wobble, Ska/Dub Reggae/Rocksteady, Lee Scratch Perry and Ministry tunes onto my MP3 player (along with Sleaford Mods 'Austerity Dogs' album), with a view to ignoring people for hours on end while travelling to Berkshire and back via public transport. 
But on my way home from North Street tonight, word reached me that I'm going to be spending most of Saturday at the Queens Medical Centre in Nottingham, with somebody who is far more important to me than religiously and habitually attending football matches, or immersing myself into the humongous music collection I have amassed over the years... 'tis a weighty body that would make John Peel's lesser endowed archives blush at it's magnitude, largess, girth, eclectic range and fastidiously assembled content, and would doubtless be the envy of you all... but I digress.
So lets just say: if I get along to any football at all tomorrow, it will have to be somewhere very close to Nottingham Hospital.
Get well soon mi' Julie, the world would be a f*cking shit-hole of a place without you in it.
Anyway, having broadly hinted at why this blog isn't being kept up to date quite as prolifically as it used to be and the prioritous reason I am spending less time watching football this season, than I usually would've done in previous seasons, I'll get back on topic. And by the way, I know that prioritous isn't a real word, but it chuffing well should be.
Forest should have been ahead inside the opening couple of minutes, but Alex Mighten missed an absolute sitter of a chance, after Kieth Asare had set him up, with a powerful run and delivery, following a no nonsense crunching challenge on Ryan Burke. The Forest pair then switched roles a Mighten fed the ball through to Asare, who went one against one with Stockdale and was only denied when the visitors keeper spread himself and the Forest striker's shot ricocheted wide off of Stockdale's outstretched leg.
Ethan Stewart got on the end of the resulting corner and dispatched a thumping header, down towards the bottom right hand corner of Blues goal, but Stockdale came to the rescue again, reaching the ball at full stretch and pushing it away to prevent a certain goal.
Kane Thompson-Sommers set up a chance for Caolan Boyd-Munce at the other end (posh sounding lot, these Blues kids aren't they) but he shot narrowly wide of Marios Siampanis' goal, from twenty yards out, as Birmingham enjoyed a temporary respite, from Forest's onslaught of pressure, for a few fleeting moments at least.
But, almost inevitably, the visitors resolve was broken in the thirteenth minute, when Mighten collected the ball and advanced through the right channel, before spanking an angled shot through Blues defence and past Stockdale. 
With Blues still reeling from conceding the opening goal, Forest helped themselves to two more in quick succession, with Asare unselfishly rolling a sideways pass to Kieran Hayes, ten yards away from Stockdale's goal, who emphatically drilled the ball into the back of the net, before Asare helped himself to the Reds third of the night, with a scuffed shot that wrong-footed and took Blues defence off guard.
Game over!?
Blues had a hill to climb, but as the words to a traditional old terrace chant go: "We're Birmingham City, we fight 'til the end!" And while the assembled throng of ground-hoppers, club scouts, doting parents and die-hard football enthusiasts, who don't let the mere onset of an impending ice-age dissuade them from going outdoors on a chilly Friday night in Derbyshire, all wondered just how many goals Forest might eventually rack up come full-time, they were about to witness a remarkable comeback by Mr Spooner's team of promising youngsters. 
Without wanting to appear to be too anal and scientific, Blues reorganised themselves into a 4-2-3-1 shape, of sorts that gave the hard-working Adan George, plenty of scope to battle his way into the home side's half, especially after the interval, when Birmingham fought tooth and nail to get back into this game. In fact, unlike the one-sided mismatch that had unfolded during the opening half a hour, the hosts were restricted to just one meaningful attempt on goal for the entire duration of the second half, when Stockdale dealt with Liam Sole's strike. Whereas Blues pulled two goals back within a minute of each other... and were only denied an equaliser because of an offside decision that went against Gardner, who might just have expressed his disappointment at the decision in a forthright manner towards the flag-happy assistant referee... although I might have misheard him and what he actually said was: "You're a complete anchor liner!"
Thompson-Sommers fired an angled shot narrowly past the left hand post, as Blues rose to the challenge and in the fifty seventh minute, the impressive George strode purposely towards the Forest goal, before teeing up Miguel Fernandez with a square pass, who provided the finishing touch from close range (see above). And within a minute, Blues scored again, when George netted from the penalty spot, after Thompson-Summers had threaded a pass through to Ryan Burke who was tripped from behind by Ethan Stewart.
Burke was unlucky to see his shot crash down off of the underside of the crossbar, after he'd made himself space with a great run into the heart of Forest's defence... Gardner was even unluckier that when he reached the rebound first and stabbed the ball past Siampanis, his goal was ruled out for an apparent offside.
Having begun the night in the ascendancy, Forest were under siege as full time approach, but hung on for a win, in spite of a string of Blues corners and a near miss by the visitors captain; Joe Redmond.
FT: Nottingham Forest U23 3 v Birmingham City U23 2
As a consequence of tonight's result, Blues dropped to second in the table, while Forest went top on goal-difference.
One final thing, football memorabilia collectors need to visit Alfreton Town's club shop as a matter of some urgency, it's a real treasure trove of all manner of bargain priced wares. Take a bag with you though, because I've never left the premises empty handed and I'm damn sure you won't either.

Nottingham Forest 1 v Middlesbrough 1 - EFL Championship

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Tuesday 10th December 2019
SkyBet EFL Championship
at the City Ground Nottingham
Nottingham Forest (0) 1
Ryan Yates 63
Middlesbrough (0) 1
Paddy McNair 81 Pen
Attendance: 24,577 (inc. 500 away fans)

Nottingham Forest:
Samba, Cash, Dawson (C), Worrall, Robinson, Watson, Yates (Adomah 84), Silva (Semedo 77), Ameobi (Carvalho 72), Lolley, Grabban
Unused subs - Muric, Figueiredo, Mir, Chema
Middlesbrough:
Pears, Spence (Johnson 67), Fry, Ayala (C), Howson, Coulson, McNair, Saville, Clayton (Walker 73), Fletcher, Tavernier
Unused subs - Mejias, Wood, Bola, O’Neill, Liddle
Back to back Championship draws, in two games that they were winning, but failed to hold onto their lead in, has seen Forest fail to grasp the opportunity to steal the third-place berth in the table from Fulham for the second time in the matter of a few days, following their weekend draw at Millwall.
Yet, on a wild, wet and windswept night in West Bridgford, Sabri Lampuchi's side had enough of the ball, for long spells, to impose themselves on this game and put Middlesbrough under the cosh.
 
But they let their Teesside visitors off of the hook and failed to put them to the sword while lacking a ruthless edge to put the 'Boro keeper under any undue pressure at several critical moments when he looked anything but comfortable, with the ball at his feet while displaying a blatantly obvious level of vulnerability, that you would have expected any team with serious promotion-chasing aspirations to have taken full advantage of.
Don't get me wrong here, the Reds are genuine contenders, handily placed for in a top-six play-off place, but goals win games, not possession statistics. But Forest's malaise is symptomatic of this league, where only two sides, namely: Leeds United and West Bromwich Albion are currently showing anything like the kind of consistency required to sustain a realistic title challenge... and even they are still prone to the occasional wobble. And of course, it still remains to be seen if this will be the year that Leeds finally regain their long lost top-flight status, or whether they'll implode again with the finishing line in sight, as per what has become an annual tradition that they've adhered too laboriously in recent seasons.
Personally, I believe the two teams who are currently at the top of the Championship, will finish in the automatic promotion spots at the end of this term... but if I keep saying that about Leeds, just like I have done previously, mathematics and the law of averages say that I must get that particular prediction right eventually, don't they?
But what of tonight's two teams? Middlesbrough, for their part had to adopt a no risk policy, playing a deep holding game and probably setting out their stall to be content with a draw on their travels, to nudge them away from the wrong end of the table, while Forest, despite throwing away four points in their last two games, by failing to hold onto a winning score, are still in fourth place and unbeaten in three games, in fact they've only lost once in their last seven, so they're not too far away from making a fist of this season, even though they really should have seen off a very average 'Boro side tonight.
When the teams were announced in the build up to the game and Lewis Grabban and Joe Lolley both appeared on the team-sheet for the hosts, I hadn't expected them to struggle to find a breakthrough quite as miserably as they did, but maybe the visitors deserved more credit than they have been given, for keeping Forest at arms length.
Lolley and Grabban, along with Matty Cash all went close early on, but the fates were against Lamouchi's side tonight and the longer that they failed to turn their possession statistics into something more tangible, the more impatient and frustrated the home crowd became and that seemed to transmit itself onto the pitch, where Forest looked low on confidence and lacked any kind of flow in the final third, where they had put the squeeze on their opponents time after time, to no avail.
After the interval Sammy Ameobi got on the end of a lengthy Michael Dawson pass, that completely unlocked 'Boro's rearguard, but Pears did well to make a save down by his left hand post.
While paddy McNair was thwarted by Brice Samba, as the visitors made a rare excursion into the Forest area. Unlike his opposite number, Pears, the Reds' Congolese keeper looks controls the ball with no small amount of aplomb. It struck me that he'd make a decent outfield player with some of his footwork, which must be an asset in these days of playing the ball out from the back.
Pears had a lucky escape when Ryan Yates shot crashed up off of the ground and hit the crossbar, but two minutes later Yates found the target, when he diverted Matty Cash's right wing cross past Pears, with a deftly placed header.
"Nah, they've scored one, they'll have these... just you watch!", enthused a Forest fan sat in front of us. Whoops!
But the home side laboured to build on their lead and the floodgates remained tightly shut.
And then Middlesbrough forced their way back into the game, when Jack Robinson tripped Marvin Johnson inside the home sides area and McNair placed the resulting penalty kick past Samba, to claim a most unlikely point for the visitors.
Forest had to be content with another draw and were left to rue the territorial dominance that they had failed to convert into goals earlier in the game.
FT: Nottingham Forest 1 v Middlesbrough 1
Having reached my car and removed my layers of Polar expedition clothing, I heard the Forest manager lamenting on the radio: Maybe we were afraid to win. But we must play for the second goal, to close off the game.
"If you do not achieve the second goal, do not give them an opportunity. We have a lot of regrets.
"We need to find a solution. We must keep going; we must be positive. I am upset, like the players - because we lost two points tonight." Which, in a nutshell, summed up the game.
The Middlesbrough manager Jonathan Woodgate then said that his side had deserved the result. Well, they worked hard off the ball, so I s'pose he must've been content that they had done what was asked of them.
Forest are at home against Sheffield Wednesday at the weekend, which will most likely be a close run thing, while Middlesbrough face a trek down to Swansea City. 
I'll be at Birmingham City against West Bromwich Albion that afternoon... and possibly somewhere else following the 12.30PM kick-off at St. Andrew's, where I'll also be tomorrow night, when QPR are the visitors.

Birmingham City 2 v West Bromwich Albion 3 - EFL Championship

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Saturday 14th December 2019
SkyBet EFL Championship
at St. Andrew's Stadium
Birmingham City (1) 2
Lukas Jutkiwicz 3
Harlee Dean 47
West Bromwich Albion (1) 3
Grady Diangana 10
Charlie Austin 73, 81
Attendance: 20,796 (inc. 2,768 away fans)
Point & hope random order photo gallery: click HERE
Birmingham City:
Connal Trueman, Kristian Pedersen, Maxime Colin, Lukas Jutkiewicz, Jeremie Bela (Jefferson Montero 84), Harlee Dean, Jude Bellingham (Gary Gardner 74) Alvaro Gimenez, David Davis, Ivan Sunjic (Josh McEachran, 84), Geraldo Bajrami
Unused subs - Lee Camp, Wes Harding, Fran Villalba, Jacques Maghoma.
West Bromwich Albion:
Sam  Johnstone, Hal Robson-Kanu, Kyle Bartley, Semi Ajayi, Jake Livermore (C), Matt Phillips (Charlie Austin 70), Mattheus Pereira, Conor Townsend (Darnell Furlong 61), Romaine Sawyers, Grady Diangana (Kyle Edwards 40), Nathan Ferguson.
Unused subs - Jonathan Bond (GK), Filip Krovinovic, Gareth Barry, Ahmed Hagazi
On Wednesday night, Blues struggled to get going against Queens Park Rangers and subsequently slumped to a disappointing 0-2 defeat at St. Andrew's. Having had time to reflect, instead of succumbing to the temptation to jump in feet first (studs showing n' all that) and being overly critical in the aftermath of that lacklustre performance and abject capitulation by Pep Clotet's side, my more considered opinion of events, is that, it was by far the worst that I have seen Birmingham City play while Pep Clotet has been at the helm (either officially or in an interim capacity).
Looking for any positives, from a Blues perspective, out of such a dismal car-crash of a showing, proved to be an impossible task. Mainly because there weren't any.
So it is maybe for the best, if l leave my thoughts on the matter hanging right there... and dismiss what happened against QPR, as a 'one-off' bad night at the office for 'the boys in royal blue', against a well organised, side who turned up and did a professional job on them.
Realistically speaking, this is transitional season for Clotet's side, whereby I don't think anybody expects them to either be dragged into a relegation scrap, or competing for promotion... and to that end, all the ups and downs of this current term, have to be viewed as constituent parts of a bigger picture, encompassing a steep learning curve, and a long term plan building process.
Don Goodman - he always enjoys coming to St. Andrew's
Meanwhile, while QPR were celebrating picking up three points on their travels, Albion were being held to a 1-1 draw at Wigan Athletic... a result which saw them stay in second place (on goal difference) in the Championship table, behind Leeds United, who had beaten Hull City 2-0 at Elland Road the previous night.
Though the Baggies had to come from behind to clinch a point against the twenty-third placed Latics, when a win would've put them two points clear at the top, the draw marked an eleventh unbeaten game in a row for Slaven Bilic's title-chasing team, which boded well as some measure of consolation.
And so it came to pass, that the Baggies moved back to the top of the table by virtue of carving another notch on their headboard and taking their total of unbeaten games up to twelve in this lunchtime kick-off fixture, in front of the live Sky TV cameras... and later in the afternoon, second-placed Leeds United threw away 3-0 lead at home against Cardiff City and were held to a draw to complete a (really) good day all round for West Brom.
And as if losing a local derby game and the bragging rights that go with it 2-3 wasn't bad enough, in spite of putting in a battling performance on the day, Birmingham's fans were given a painful reminder of just how bad things had been under the St. Andrew's floodlights on Wednesday night, when the same Queens Park Rangers side who they had struggled to break down, conceded five goals at Oakwell, against the Championship's bottom club: Barnsley.
Seriously though, just how open and unpredictable is this crazy, always in a complete state of complete flux division?
Blues got off to a flying start, when Lukas Jutkiewicz, restored to the starting eleven this afternoon, scored in the third minute of this passionate and full blooded encounter.
Jude Bellingham's left wing corner was only cleared as far as Maxime Colin, who took the ball in his stride and motored forward on the right, before crossing towards the back-post, where he instinctively knew Jutkiewicz would be waiting... and the popular Blues number ten rose majestically above Nathan Ferguson to plant a thumping header into the back of the Baggies net.
The eye-catching and aesthetically pleasing 'tippy-tappy football' that Birmingham have been endeavouring to implement this season, is highly entertaining, but it was good to see a tried and tested 'get it to the big man at the back stick' routine paying off too.
Albion hit back in the tenth minute, when the second of a brace of Matheus Pereira corner kicks in quick succession, found it's way through to Matt Phillips, who was afforded the time and space to shoot across the face of Connal Trueman's gal drilled across the face of goal and Grady Diangana added the final touch to bulge the roof of the net from close range.
Phiilips' shot might well have gone in of it's own accord, but in making sure, I was convinced that Diangana had rendered the strike inert, because he netted from an offside position. But the match officials thought otherwise and it was 1-1.
VAR is proving immensely unpopular in the Premier League, but it would've cleared up a whole lot of debate over a whole myriad of tenuous decisions at St. Andrew's, this season.
Although he's already made a first team start in the Carabao Cup game at Portsmouth earlier this season: Geraldo Bajrami, yet another player who has come through the ranks of Steve Spooner's academy sides, made his Championship debut in the heart of a defensive back four today, alongside Blues captain Harlee Dean. Apart from almost playing himself into trouble with his very first touch, when he tried to be over elaborate, the Birmingham born youngster, never put a foot wrong wrong and fitted seamlessly into what was a 4-2-3-1 system. Bajrami's Albanian parents had only been in England for two weeks when he was born, having fled from war-torn Kosovo.
The influx of young talent along with the early season signings must cause something of a selection dilemma for Pep Clotet at times, but having strength in depth across the whole pitch is never a bad thing.
Diangana, Albion's loan signing from West Ham United, limped out of the game towards half time, with a hamstring pull and as Blues finished the half on the front foot, the visitors had their keeper Sam Johnstone to thank, for keeping the scores level, when he denied Kristian Pedersen, who had been put through on goal by a well weighted knock from Bellingham.
The home side were straight into West Brom's midriff after the restart and restored their lead two minutes into the second half, when Dean climbed above Conor Townsend and headed Bellingham's left wing corner back across the face of the Albion goal, where the combine attentions of Ferguson and Johnstone couldn't do anything to stop it crossing the line.
It would seem that everyone in the ground knew exactly who was winning this game, apart from the guy operating the scoreboard, who had to rectify his error while the visiting fans sang: "Two-one, to the Albion!"
Apparently Dean swore towards some Blues fans in the Tilton Road End as he celebrated his goal, but... he's been criticised by a few people on social media recently, so, in my humble opinion, he was just letting off steam in the heat of a euphoric moment.
If you don't get emotional about football from time to time (and we all do, from time to time), then you shouldn't be involved in the game, because you obviously don't care enough. Just saying. 
It's over and done with, move on.
Alas, Slaven Bilic's team aren't at the top of the pile for nothing... and in the seventieth minute, on came their talisman like, in-form, 'super-sub' striker: Charlie Austin. And he was about to turn this game on it's head.
He'd only been on the pitch long enough for a chorus of: "Who are ya!?" from the St. Andrew's faithful, when he picked up a pass from Jake Livermore, flicked the ball in the air and crashed a right-foot volley past Trueman from all of twenty yards out.
During his lengthy playing career, Paul Furlong had made 131 appearances for Blues, between 1996 and 2002, scoring a half-century of goals along the way. A year before his move from Chelsea to St. Andrew's, he fathered a son: Darnell. The exact same Darnell Furlong who this afternoon, delivered a pinpoint right wing cross towards Austin, who'd peel away from the hosts defence to head home what turned out to be this afternoon's winning goal.
Austin's two goal haul, meant he's now scored six times in his last five appearances for Albion, after a shaky start to the season at the Hawthorns, where he arrived at the start of the season for a fee of £4 million from Southampton, who of course,took Che Adams from Blues at the same time. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but just imagine if Adams at gone south for a player plus cash deal with Austin heading to Birmingham. The 'nice football but we need another striker' conundrum would've been provided with an answer then. 
Meanwhile, as Austin proved the be the difference between the two sides, in a game that had seen Blues deservedly take the lead in twice; Clotet's side, who haven't won at home now for four consecutive games and only have one win to show for their efforts in the last eight games overall, were left to lament what might've been, from what had been an excellent performance against a very good Albion side.
FT: Birmingham City 2 v West Bromwich Albion 3
Ultimately, Blues bounced back well from the disappointment of Wednesday night's no-show and gave it a bloody good go, against arguably the best team in the Championship at this present time... the league table and a twelve game unbeaten run quantifies such a status, methinks.
Austin was given far too much of a 'right to roam' in the final third, but Birmingham aren't the first Championship side he's done a job on of late... and they probably won't be the last either.
Hull City, who picked up a 2-2 draw at Charlton Athletic last night, await Blues, at the KCOM Stadium next Saturday, while Albion have a home game against fourth placed Brentford on the same afternoon.
Wherever you're going... enjoy your football.

Hull City 3 v Birmingham City 0 - EFL Championship

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Saturday 21st December 2019
SkyBet EFL Championship
at the KCOM Stadium
Hull City (1) 3
Tom Eaves 45+1,
Kamil Grosicki 58,
Keane Lewis-Potter 88
Birmingham City (0) 0
Attendance: 11,334
Point & hope photo gallery: click HERE
Hull City:
Long, Lichaj, de Wijs, Burke, Eaves (Lewis-Potter 75), Grosicki (Honeyman 80), Bowler (Batty 53) Bowen, Elder, Irvine, Da Silva Lopes.
Unused subs - Ingram (GK), Tafazolli, Kingsley, Pennington.
Birmingham City:
Trueman, Pedersen, Colin, Jutkiewicz, Bela, Dean, McEachran (Crowley, 69), Villalba (Montero, 64), Bellingham (54), Sunjic, Bajrami.
Unused subs - Camp (GK), Maghoma, G Gardner, Davis.
Hull have now won their last six home league matches against Birmingham, a run that stretches back to December 2011.
Having started the afternoon just one place and two points ahead of Blues in the Championship table, the Tigers set about rubbishing my prediction that this would be a close run thing from the off. And although the hosts didn't actually score their opening goal until first half stoppage time, they were good value for their interval lead, having peppered the visitors area with a succession of corners and crosses that were just begging for a final incisive touch, during the opening exchanges.
Prior to today, the last time that these two sides met at the KCOM Stadium, back in March, Hull won 2-0, following a 3-3 draw at St. Andrew's, earlier last term.
And the season previous to that, though Blues chalked up a 3-0 win over today's hosts on home turf, they also crashed to a 6-1 away defeat in Kingston upon Hull, in what was Lee Carsley's last game at the helm, a job that he held in a caretaker capacity before Steve Cotterill took over the managers job from him full time. It was a result that left Blues teetering on the Championship brink, in 22nd place.
Carsley had temporarily stepped into the breach, to fill the vacancy left by the dismissal of Harry Redknapp, who himself had taken over from Gianfranco Zola, who'd only been in the job for five months after replacing Gary Rowett in December 2016.
Since Steve Cotterill was punted by the Blues hierarchy, Garry Monk and now Pep Clotet (initially as an interim part-time head coach) have also filled the hot seat (ejector seat?) at St. Andrew's.
That's six managers of one description or another in thirty months... there's never a dull moment at Birmingham City since they replaced the manager's office door with a revolving one.
Rumours (and that is all that they were) abounded over the past week or so, that Coventry City's manager: Mark Robins, was in the frame to take over from Clotet, but Blues club owners have seemingly responded to the media gossip and kiboshed that suggestion, by officially naming the Spaniard as the first-team coach and removing the 'interim caretaker' part from his job title.
Though, to be honest, you can never really predict anything with any kind of certainty, regarding what is on the cards at St. Andrew's, with this current lot orchestrating things.
Robins already has a seat in the home dug-out at St. Andrew's, because that is where his 'Cov' side currently play their home games, in League One, while they are exiled, once again, from their own ground, in their home city.
But, regardless of the fake-news speculation, peddled by the usual suspects, who must genuinely struggle to fill a few column inches (most of the time), Clotet was still in charge of things when he took Thursday's pre-match press conference and he was still at large on the touchline at the KCOM Stadium this afternoon.
There is really no need whatsoever for any of this kind of media stoked bullshit, because, the truth is always more curious than the most far fetched of fiction at Birmingham City.
As regards Clotet, in all honesty, with just one win in their last nine matches, some of the players aren't exactly demonstrating that they are prepared to put in any extra effort to enhance his reputation or future job prospects. If such a poor run of form was to continue over the holiday season, one must begin to wonder how insecure the peg that the Spaniards coaches jacket is hung on might actually be.
Paco Herrera, Clotet's assistant, has returned to his homeland on compassionate leave to attend to a family matter and has effectively left Blues because he isn't expected to return to the fold, and James Beattie is still seeing out the remainder of his contract in exile, either on gardening leave or filling in his time taking on scouting duties. Beattie did a great job in nurturing Che Adams talent and helping him to achieve great things last season, in his role as the specialist coach for attacking play. Yet, with the team crying out for goals this term, he's been ostracised and pushed out of the equation.
The match referee: Anthony Backhouse, taking charge of his first ever Championship fixture, didn't exactly endear himself to the Blues faithful with two decisions that might have changed the course of the game. In the first instance, he waved away a penalty appeal and merely awarded Grant McCann's host side a goal-kick instead, when Jeremie Bela broke into the Hull area, after exchanging passes with Fran Villabla, only for him to be knocked off balance with a nudge from behind by Leo da Silva Lopes.
Mr Backhouse also allowed play to continue during the build up to Hull's second goal, even though Lukas Jutkiewicz had clearly been fouled just inside the home side's half when they had gained possession.
But... across the 90+4 minutes, the fact that Birmingham weren't very good at all today (I'm being polite and a tad generous here) and Hull applied themselves right across the park and wanted it more, were the main contributing factors to the visitors extended run of losses in the East Riding of Yorkshire.
The Hull captain: Eric Lichaj got away with murder against Jutkiewicz today, but the big front-man can dish out as much of the rough stuff as he gets and Blues must surely know by now that they can't rely on Championship officials giving them the rub of the green. Well, apart from when Kristian Pedersen tripped Jarrad Bowen as he he cut into Blues penalty area and the resulting free-kick was given a yard outside the box, in spite of a bloody great big slide mark impaling the pitch marking and showing exactly where the challenge actually took place. Phew! 
Some last ditch defending in first half stoppage time, saw Geraldo Bajrami putting the ball out of play at the expense of a corner kick, which Kamil Grosicki floated towards the near post, where Tom Eaves ghosted in and directed a header just inside the left hand post. It needs to be asked: how the bloody hell does somebody the size of Eaves, wearing a amber shirt, picked out under the stadium lights, sneak into such a position unnoticed?
Grosicki was pivotal to most of the good things that Hull did today and almost inevitably, he scored their second goal, just before the hour mark, when the Tigers countered quickly, following the aforementioned unpunished foul on Jutkiewicz, and surged forward straight down the middle, where the Polish international ran onto a slide-rule pass from Bowen before lifting the ball over the advancing Blues keeper Connal Trueman, who had been left woefully exposed by his defence, who appeared to have clocked off early for Christmas. The extra training in the morning might get them to buck their ideas up a bit.
Keane Lewis-Potter netted twice after coming on off the bench late in the game, the first one saw the eighteen year old 'local lad made good', get in on Harlee Dean's blind side before finishing well, to claim his second goal in a matter of weeks for his hometown club, but his stoppage time strike was disallowed.
FT: Hull City 3 v Birmingham City 0
A fair result all told. Blues were very poor on the day> And, what with this being the season of goodwill and all that, virtually sat back and invited Hull to come at them and have a party, which they gleefully accepted. 
The best team won, the second best, err... came second.
Happy Xmas to you, one and all... enjoy your festive football.

Mansfield Town 2 v Port Vale 2 - EFL League 2

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Thursday 26th December 2019
SkyBet EFL League Two
at Field Mill (One Call Stadium)
Mansfield Town (0) 2
Nicky Maynard 81
CJ Hamilton 90+3
Port Vale (0) 2
Nathan Smith 53
Leon Legge 66
Attendance: 5,565 (inc. 953 away fans)
Forty-five-year-old Graham Coughlan, took charge of his first game in charge of Mansfield Town five days ago, when the Stags drew 1-1 at home against Northampton Town.
Coughlan moved to Field Mill, from League One promotion contenders Bristol Rovers, to replace John Dempster, who was recently relieved of his duties at the club he had served for almost nine years, as a player, Under 18 team manager, Head of Development Academy and laterally: as first-team manager.
Subsequently, Joe Dunne has also followed Coughlan from Bristol Rovers, to take up the assistant's role... at least the kit-man is going to get a bit more use out of all that training gear with those initials ironed onto it now.
John Dempster is a good friend of mine and though it's a fact of life that football is a results-based industry, wherein loyalty and even respect are disposable commodities and seldom a two-way street, it was very difficult for me personally to hear (and read) the quite mind-boggling level of vitriol and personal abuse aimed at 'JD'.
Some of it was sickening, almost to the point that I was actually glad when 'Demps' was eventually extricated from his position, because it meant he would no longer be subjected to any further anger fuelled ranting and raving, slights on his character and in a couple of cases, some (very) thinly veiled threats. One cretin even posted on a Facebook group that he was going to 'get rid' of any fans who disagreed with his anti-Dempster views. Ha, ha! Bring it on big lad! I bet that the regular worshippers of this particular parish think that you're really fookin' scary.
Though there are people who'll probably retrospectively deny it, there had been a viscous element of so-called supporters among the Stags faithful, who'd had it in for Dempster before a ball had even been kicked this season, and who desperately didn't want him to succeed, because such a scenario wouldn't have fitted in with their own personal narrative of the situation. 
Though these people were (initially) in the minority, they were (as per usual) the most outspoken and noisy, while getting their views out there, posturing, as is their wont, in a self-important and eminently undignified manner. You could still hear the same people gloating about the former manager's demise before today's game.
Everyone is entitled to an opinion about football (even long winded, self indulgent, bullshit bloggers), especially among the ranks of those who dig deep into their own pockets to follow and support any given club... it's an expensive lifestyle choice. But turning on and then savaging one of your own, who has done so much for your team of choice over the years, is a poor way of going about things.
Graham Coughlan for his part, seems to be a very astute appointment and though I'm gutted for John Dempster that his tenure in the hot-seat hasn't worked out, while also accepting that there was a genuine need for change at the club, I applaud the board of directors for bringing in a such a high calibre appointment, from outside the scope of the more obvious candidates that are currently available on the managerial merry-go-round circuit.
Mansfield Town have only ever plied their trade any higher than the bottom two divisions of the Football League, for one solitary season: 1977-78, and of course, they plummeted headlong into non-league football for five whole years not so long ago. But still, the expectancy level amongst some fans is off the scale, given the high level of investment in the club since they regained league status.
But the Stags started today in seventeenth place in the basement division, seven points and places behind this afternoon's visitors: Port Vale, who themselves arrived in Mansfield today five points off of the League Two play-off berths, as the festive season fixtures get underway and the battle for supremacy amongst the potential runners,riders and contenders just got real.
These two sides have already met twice this season, with both previous meetings being played at Vale Park and finishing 2-2. Though the Burslem based side did actually win the second of those two games on penalties, in the Leasing.Com Trophy, earlier this month.
Both teams have picked up two points from three games apiece during the interim, since that second round tie that was decided by a shoot-out, and while Mansfield were being held to a 1-1 draw at home on Saturday, the Valiants drew at home against Cheltenham Town by the same score. So current form suggested that today's encounter would be a closely run thing.
By using the aforementioned stats as a barometer to forecast this afternoon's game, then a 2-2 outcome was always likely to be on the cards. 
But, such a scoreline looked anything but a credible scoreline, with just nine minutes remaining, as a number of the home supporters began to drift off home, while the Vale hordes celebrated what looked, in all likelihood, to be an imminent and nailed on away win; after they had cruised into a seemingly unassailable lead, with a brace of second half strikes, from what was the sum total of their goal attempts on target after the interval.
However , the Stags finally showed their teeth, along with a whole load of grit, graft and tenacity, before sinking them firmly into the visitors rearguard... and against all odds, they somehow managed to salvage a hard won point, with a late comeback... a very late one.
It's been a wet, wet, wet couple of months in the northern hemisphere and consequently the Field Mill pitch was what you could best describe as a sticky wicket this afternoon, which was never going to be conducive to silky skills, mesmerising ball control or a high tempo passing game. Indeed, as the game unfolded it became a rare old mud n' guts battle, where the referee; Martin Coy, appeared to take the underfoot conditions into account, when dealing with some of the heftier challenges on show.
Mansfield were slightly the better side in the first half and they went close to taking the lead when Danny Rose went close with what looked like an easy chance from in the stands, but in reality, the slippery conditions were turning both goalmouths into a public rehearsal for a 'Bambi on Ice' pantomime at times... and staying upright was evidently difficult enough, let alone keeping the ball on target during a frenzied penalty area scramble.
As regards Rose and staying upright... the Vale fans (and a good few home supporters too), were not amused by his propensity to hit the deck quite as often as he did. When you've been fouled it's always good practice to make sure that referee has seen it, by going down like a dying swan, but when you haven't... get on with game Danny. Just saying.
Of course, there were people present who were full of praise for Rose for 'winning' so many free kicks. But I would counter that personally and question whether breaking up play on such a regular basis and losing momentum was a wise choice, given how poor the service that the Stags forwards got from set-pieces today was. 
The visitors had the best goal scoring opportunity of the first half, when David Amoo got onto the end of a left-wing cross from David Worrall, but headed narrowly wide... while Bobby Olejnik got down well to block Luke Joyce's long range strike, but was lambasted by an irate supporter a few rows down from me, for not holding onto the ball (a lightweight, muddy and slippery sphere with a life of it's own on a wet day like today). There ain't no pleasing some people.
Neal Bishop was inches away from firing the Stags ahead in the fifty third minute, when he took the ball down on his chest and drilled the ball just past the wrong side of the upright. But from the resulting goal-kick, the visitors switched play to the other end of the pitch and scored.
Nathan Smith made a deep run in Mansfield territory, in tandem with David Amoo, who picked up a pass from former Mansfield player Will Atkinson, before squaring the ball into Smith's path, where he diverted it past Olejnik.
And the Valiants doubled their lead thirteen minutes later, when their captain: Leon Legge, poked the ball over the line, amidst a scrummage of bodies after Tom Pope had rolled the ball across the face of the Stags goal from a right-wing corner.
Atkinson had a third goal for Vale ruled out, but it barely seemed to matter at the time, because to all intents and purposes, Vale only needed to keep their nerve from now on in and they were home and dry. The Stags tried to force the issue from thereon-in,but were having no luck at all in front of goal, despite the introduction of both Otis Khan and Nicky Maynard.
But in the eighty first minute, the home side's fortunes changed, when Cristian Montaño miscued a clearance from Ryan Sweeney's long ball into the visitors area and set up Maynard, who buried the ball past Scott Brown from fifteen yards.
The dynamic of the crowd, discounting those who'd seen enough and buggered of home already, changed in an instant and the Field Mill faithful cranked up the noise level, which hitherto had been dominated by by the 953 Valiants supporters in the North Stand (or Halliday Lighting Stand, as it is apparently called these days).
The announcement that there would be four minutes of added time, was greeted by a throaty roar, and right on cue, in the very last one of those additional minutes, Jacob Mellis rolled the ball forward into the path of CJ Hamilton, who motored forward into the left hand side of the Vale area and hit an angled cross into the six yard box, that found it's way into Brown's goal, just inside the right-hand post.
Was it actually a shot? I doubt it very much, but the celebrating Stags fans wouldn't have been worried about that.
And while the home support cheered, while the Vale fans looked on in disbelief... these two sides had drawn 2-2 yet again.
FT: Mansfield Town 2 v Port Vale 2

York City 1 v Guiseley 2 - National League North

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Saturday 28th December 2019
Vanarama National League North
at Bootham Crescent
York City (1) 1
Kieran Green 13
Guiseley AFC (1) 2
Hamza Bencherif 3, Kaine Felix 87
Attendance: 3,137 (inc. 216 away fans)
York City:
Peter Jameson, Kallum Griffiths, David Ferguson, Sean Newton, Steve McNulty (C) (Macaulay Langstaff 75), Joe Tait, Adriano Moke, Paddy McLaughlin, Jordan Burrow, Kieran Green, Alex Kempster (Dan Maquire 59)
Unused subs - Andy Bond, Elloiott Durrell, Ryan Whitley
Guiseley: Marcus Dewhurst, Reiss McNally, Brad Nicholson, Andrai Jones, Hamza Bencherif (C), Kennedy Digie, Kaine Felix, George Cantrill, Aram Soleman, Chris Sang (Lee Shaw77)
Unused subs - Scott Smith, Paul Clayton, Nathan Newall
York City's new home, the LNER Community Stadium, that they'll be sharing with York City Knights Rugby League club; is due to open in 2020, on an as of yet to be confirmed date. So I decided that even though I've been here loads of times in the past, a final visit to the Minstermen's iconic Bootham Crescent enclosure, was overdue, just for old times sake. I have no ties with or any affinity whatsoever with York City FC, but I have always liked this old enclosure and have some fond memories of coming here.
Today's hosts have played at their current ground since 1932, having moved here following a decade at their previous home: Fulfordgate, when the local cricket club vacated Bootham Crescent.
York's soon to be vacated home, is a brisk twenty-minute stroll from the railway station, but the new ground is roughly three miles away... and a bit more of a route march.
My first ever visit here was during the 1974-75 season, when a well-meaning uncle drove me up to watch the FA Cup third-round replay between York and Arsenal, that attracted a crowd of 15,362.
The initial game at Highbury had finished one apiece, as did the game I was at, but the Gunners took the honours 1-3 after extra-time, as former England striker: Brian Kidd claimed a hat-trick, while Shirebrook born Barry Lyons scored for the home side.
Incidentally, Lyons moved on from York and finished his playing career up the A1 at Darlington, but returned in 1980 to manage York for a season.
With Kings Lynn Town, being held to a 2-2 draw at Alfreton Town this afternoon, a win for second-placed York City, would've seen them move to within one point of the current National League North leaders. But despite having won at Bradford Park Avenue on Boxing Day, the Minstermen slipped to their second home defeat in a row, meaning that they will start the new year four points adrift of Kings Lynn, who have a game in hand over Steve Watson's side. 
Though I have informed my long-suffering spouse that I am attempting to actively down-size my football memorabilia and keepsakes haul (aye right!), it was good to see that the bijou programme shop (next door to the club shop) was still open for business at Bootham Crescent and I left having purchased some very desirable items, that I'm sure I'll be able to smuggle into my house later tonight when the Gestapo camp guard is looking the other way, while watching her usual Saturday night crap on the telly.

My friend was tempted by one of those white and maroon Y front shirts that are a York City tradition, but wondered just how generous a fit a XXL version might be, seeing as it looked a bit on the snug side.
Thankfully he wasn't tempted to part with his money until he'd seen one actually being worn; because, it became evident as the rather portly (and vastly experienced) Minstermen's captain: Steve McNulty led his team out onto the pitch, that these modern-day garments do cling a bit and leave absolutely 'nowt to the imagination.
Think Matt Lucas in one of his Little Britain roles... the 'village' one, and you wouldn't be too far away with how one of these bri-nylon adornments might look on my chunky pal, or me for that matter. By the way, McNulty is still playing the game at thirty six years old, he's earned the right and is entitled to carry a few extra pounds.
Having paid £14 at  the turnstile to enter the covered terracing of the David Longhurst Stand, we wandered around to the 'Pop Side', where you could sit down for an extra quid, so we chose that option after grabbing a drink en route. The guy behind the serving hatch asked for £4.60 for two coffees! Bloody hell! This is a National League North non-league club... £2,30 for a hot drink! No wonder the cashier was behind bars, that's daylight robbery.
Maybe the 'dandy' Highwayman: Dick Turpin, spawned an ancestral line in this very city, before he was executed for the crime of horse theft in 1705. That might explain such an extortionate price, even if the coffee was being served in a Douwe Egberts cardboard cup.
Guiseley started the afternoon with two former York players in their starting line up: Hanza Bencherif and Kaine Felix, neither of who had been exactly prolific goalscorers during their time at Bootham Crescent; but today, both of them found the net against the Minstermen, one three minutes into the game, the other three minutes before the end of the ninety minutes, to give the Lions a hard fought victory, that sees them enter the new year in a top ten spot in the National League North.
The visitors opening goal came after Aram Soleman's left wing corner was cleared, after a fashion, back towards him and his second cross was tucked home, from close range, via a thumping header from Bencherif.
There was an audible groan of irony at the identity of the goalscorer, from the home crowd, when his name was announced over the public address system.
York were stunned into action and were almost on level terms from the restart when Alex Kempster made a darting run forward from the right hand side of midfield and let fly with a dipping shot, that flew narrowly over the top left hand corner of the visitors goal.
But, as the hosts upped the ante, the equaliser duly arrived in the thirteenth minute, when Kieran Green made a jinking run, seeing off three challenges as he danced into the Guiseley area, before spanking an angled shot past Marcus Dewhurst, from the left hand side of the area.
The visitors forced a string of corners, but York defended stoically and almost caught their lively visitors out with a quick end to end counter attack, but as Kempster shaped up to have a shot, Andrai Jones thwarted him with a last ditch challenge.
Jones was strong in the tackle and roamed the midfield looking to 'put a foot in' and disrupt City's build up play, while also showing a decent range of passing, when it came to distributing the ball that he had won in a fair but firm fashion. He wasn't shy about leaving his mark on anybody who strayed into his domain. By contrast, York had the more fleet footed, nippy and skilful Andriano Moke in their engine room, who showed some good touches as he used his close control and pace well, in his quest to find gaps in the Lions armour. With the tackles flying in, his task must've been akin to skipping the light fantastic across a minefield.
Here come the Men in Black... Galaxy defenders.
Gareth Thomas.
Paddy McLaughlin rolled the ball out to Kallum Griffiths, whose cross into the six yard box was turned into the visitors goal amid a goalmouth melee. But the ever so efficient assistant referee: Gareth Thomas had spotted an infringement and raised his bright yellow flag into the darkening evening sky. No goal! Much to the chagrin of an irate supporter nearby who aimed a few choice words in the direction of the 'liner'. Behave yourself my man, Mr Thomas is always right. And he's a bloody nice bloke too, as I recall from my time filling in with various roles at a number of non-league clubs over the years, before I retired from having any front-line duties due to my ill health. I'm much better now, but decided I've become far too lazy to ever get involved in that kind of thing again. It can take over your life, if you have the inclination to let it.
Griffiths rolled a well weighted cross-field ball into the path of Sean Newton, who was arriving like an express train, deep into the heart of Guiseley territory, but his crashing shot was well blocked by Dewhurst, who got down well at full stretch to his right... and the Guiseley keeper was soon in the thick of it again, when Kempster combined well with Jordan Burrow on the left hand side of the visitors area, before forcing Dewhurst into making another save.
City had been showing the most attacking intentions during the first half, but a well-organised Guiseley side had had their moments too, while in defence Bencherif, the visitors captain, and Kennedy Digie, gave the impression that they probably topped up their football earnings by working the doors around the nightclubs of Leeds on a Saturday night.
Guiseley on tour
Green, to my mind the most impressive player on the pitch today, who deservedly won the 'man of the match' award (and I don't usually select one, because football is a team game), went close with a looping header from Griffiths' cross... and Dewhurst denied Kempster (who also had an impressive game) once again.
In first half stoppage time, the match referee: Aaron Bannister had to 'have a word', with Brad Nicholson, the Guiseley left-back and York's skipper: McNulty, for embracing each other a bit too passionately as they waited for Soleman to take a corner. 
But hey! It's the season of goodwill to all men and all that palaver, so live at let live a bit ref! 
The flag kick came to nothing... and the teams left the pitch at half time on level terms.
HT: York City 1 v Guiseley 1
Right at the start of the second, Peter Jameson miscued a clearance and knocked the ball straight into the path of Kaine Felix, but the former City player couldn't make good of the opportunity that the York keeper had inadvertently created, while Chris Sang had strayed offside and was interfering with play anyway... so they were hardly likely to have got one past the ever vigilant Mr Thomas. I didn't hear any complaints from the home fans about that one.
Having just scared the pants off of his own teammates at one end, Jameson then caused panic at the the other, when his lengthy punt bounced straight over Dewhurt's head, after he'd gone walkabout to the edge of his area and the Lions keeper had all on to get back to his goal line to make a last ditch save.
Griffith made a darting run on the right and found Green with his cross, but the live-wire number ten, headed narrowly wide.
Gabriel Johnson did well to take the ball down and work his way towards the hosts area, where he won a corner for the Lions, that Soleman drilled low into the six yard box, where Digie was unlucky to see his close range effort whip up viciously at the last moment and clear the crossbar.
By now, the visitors seemed to be content to hold on to what they had... and while they didn't exactly 'park the bus' across their area, so to speak, they were forced onto the back foot as York vied to find a way a way through a well drilled rearguard action by the west Yorkshire side.
David Ferguson was looking particularly dangerous getting forward on the left for City, and though he was wearing the number three shirt, he seemed to be operating more as an outside left or winger.
Sean Newton was also imposing himself on the game more and more, and when his lengthy delivery into the visitors goalmouth was only half cleared as far as Monks, who caught the sweetly but drilled a half volley over the bar.
Green dug the ball out of a scrummage just inside the Guiseley half and motored forward. There were no passing options available to him because of the crowd of Lions players packing out the final third, so he clipped a crisp long distance shot over them all, that flew just inches over Dewhurt's goal and into the David Longhurst Stand.
Newton fed the ball out wide to Ferguson, who drilled a low cross towards the near post, that almost crept in, but Dewhurst got down to smother the ball... and then stayed down for a few moments to suffocate a few precious moments of time too, much to the annoyance of the bank of fans behind him.
With fifteen minutes remaining, Guiseley strung Jones, Brad Nicholson and Reiss McNally across their own half and committed their two big centre halves to joining in with the attack, as York had to commit men forward to chase the win, while leaving themselves vulnerable to counter attacking and long balls forward.
As the clock ticked down, Sang was substituted and infuriated the York fans by taking his time to stroll casually across the pitch towards the Guiseley bench. The referee beckoned him to get a move on, so Sang broke into a jog, of sorts, that wasn't unlike that slow-motion running scene in 'Chariots of Fire'. 
It made me chuckle, but I don't think that anybody else in the 'Pop-Side' enjoyed Sang's actions very much.
Moke challenge Digie for the ball just outside the Giuseley area, but lost his footing momentarily, which caught Digie out completely and consequently, when Moke recovered his balance, he was clean through on goal. But Dewhurst moved quickly to narrow the angle available to Moke and saved the resulting shot.
The Minstermen were left to lament two incidents inside the Guiseley area, late in the game, that could have altered the final outcome of this encounter, that was being kept on the boil right until the very end.
Patrick McLaughlin had just been denied as his downward header was cleared away virtually off the goal line, when the ball fell to him again on the right hand side of the area and he whipped it back across the face of the goal at head height, right in front of Joe Tait, who failed to connect because he fell forward after Digie had 'collided' with him.
While it's open to conjecture whether York were badly done to by Mr Bannister in that first instance, that might just have been a case of two players coming together as they competed for the ball; just moments later,it looked as clear as day to me, that Green was unceremoniously tripped inside the area by Jones, while Moke was jostled too... but the referee, who had a better view than me (and the vast majority of the crowd, who by now were baying for blood) waved City's appeals away.
With the protests still raging, Guiseley broke forward and Jameson did well to keep out George Cantrill's back post header from Nicholson's cross.
Surely, given what had just happened inside their own penalty area, Guiseley aren't going to have the audacity to nick a late goal and all three points... are they!?
But, we all know what time of the year it is... and the answer to that question was a resounding pantominesque : "Oh yes they are!". 
I have checked, by the way... you ask the famous TV lexicographer Susie Dent, from 'Dictionary Corner' on Channel 4's 'Countdown', she knows... and whatever Grammarly might tell you, pantominesque is actually a genuine word.
But I digress. York made hard work of clearing Nicholson's cross into their area, the ball fell kindly for Felix who it planted it into the bottom corner of Jameson's net from fifteen yards out. Blimey!
Possibly due to him feeling a bit guilty about at least one of the penalty incidents, now that York were heading for their second home defeat in a row, the referee added on four minutes of stoppage time, but having battled gamely to plunder raid all three points from under the home side's noses, Guiseley weren't letting go of them now.
FT: York City 1 v Guiseley AFC 2
I've only got one more game left on my schedule this year/decade, when I head over to Birmingham City v Leeds United tomorrow afternoon. Beyond that it's all work commitments and hospital visits until January 1st.
It's a shame that Bootham Crescent is going to be bulldozed to make way for a housing development any time soon, it's a smashing old ground, but life goes on... and it was an enjoyable trip up here to bid the place a fond farewell.
No doubt the next time I'm up this way, it'll be to visit the Minstermen's new ground, as soon as the opportunity presents itself.
To satisfy your inquisitive and nosy nature (and mine), here is a video about the progress that has been made so far on the building of York's new home. 

Birmingham City 4 v Leeds United 5 - EFL Championship

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Sunday 29th December 2019
SkyBet EFL Championship
at St. Andrew's Stadium
Birmingham City (1) 4
Jude Bellingham 27,
Lukas Jutkiewicz 61, 90+1,
Jeremie Bela 83
Leeds United (2) 5
Helda Costa 15,
Jack Harrison 21,
Luke Ayling 69,
Stuart Dallas 84,
Wes Harding OG 90+5
Attendance: 22,059 (inc. away 1,980 fans)
The ground staff must be happy that stadium's lodgers: Coventry City, don't have another home fixture here, until January 11th as this afternoon marked the beginning of three Blues games to be played at St. Andrew's, in the space of just six days, with title/promotion-chasing Leeds United rolling into town, to mark the end of what has been a rather tumultuous decade for both of these two sides But hey! When have things ever been any different to that end for either of these clubs?
That is a rhetorical question, by the way.
The 'Pep Clotet has left the building' type rumours were rampant, once again, in the build-up to Birmingham's Boxing Day's trip to Blackburn Rovers, where, they drew 1-1 against the same side who they will be facing, at home, in a 12.31PM kick off on Saturday, when they go head to head, with Tony Mowbray's Lancashire based side, in the third round of the FA Cup.
Meanwhile, Wigan Athletic are the visitors on Wednesday afternoon (AKA next year), for a Championship fixture that kicks off at 3PM. It's all go round here, innit!?
Wigan themselves drew 0-0 with Blackburn, two nights before Christmas and subsequently climbed off of the foot of the Championship table... but their 1-0 defeat at Nottingham Forest today saw them slip back to the bottom of the pile, so as a consequence, they'll no doubt be fighting for some kind of favourable result at St. Andrew's on Wednesday... if you look closely you can probably see the strings joining most of the teams in this division together.
As per usual, the train journey out of Birmingham was *lively* this evening, given that the service I use is the same one frequented by visiting supporters whenever 'Leeds! Leeds! Leeds!' are travelling to the west Midlands. It's often character building stuff and probably not for the faint-hearted, but after all of these years I'm actually on nodding in acknowledgement (and even first name) terms with a good few of the established and time-served old heads from their manner.
That said, it would be fair to say that a prevalent undercurrent of animosity between a section of the followers of today's opposition sides, that goes back a long way, was cranked up a few notches by events at the end of Blues visit to Elland Road in October.
Marcelo Bielsa's side are at West Bromwich Albion on Wednesday (5.30PM) in a second v first, top of the table clash, when Blues are at home again too, so at least it won't be standing room only all the way home, in every single carriage that night. Woo hoo!
 
Any road, without any further ado... what the bloody hell actually happened out there, on the field of play, this afternoon?
Well, for starters, the Forfar v East Fife type final score headline at the top of this post, is not a typo.
There genuinely were nine goals scored over the duration of the ninety-plus minutes today... and two of them (one at each end) were netted by Birmingham players, during stoppage time.
There are numerous schools of thought that could be applied to pick the bones out of a completely barmy game of football such as is... and not all of them would be overly complimentary.
Some of you might think that I am being unnecessarily churlish for entertaining any kind of criticism regarding such a goal-fest, 'nine-goal thriller' of a game, but I would counter that by saying: Wow! I'm all for open, attacking and attractive football and seeing the ball bulge the bag of the net on a regular basis, but FFS! Were certain defensive players still on their Xmas holidays or even merely wandering around aimlessly on the pitch and purely there for decorative purposes alone?
It's the festive season, so in the spirit of extolling 'goodwill to all men', I will refrain from singling anybody out, or naming and shaming, while recognising the fact that under the circumstances, I probably don't need to.
Blues made a decent enough start during the evenly balanced opening exchanges, but all of a sudden, just after the quarter of an hour mark: crash, bang, wallop, Pep Clotet's game-plan fell to pieces spectacularly, as Leeds stormed into a two goal lead, with a brace of strikes within six minutes of each other, that effectively saw Jack Harrison, now halfway through his second one year loan from Manchester City, effectively take hold of the game by the scruff of the neck, while unlocking whatever formation Blues back-line was supposed to be playing, with consummate ease.
the first of those goals, came straight from a Birmingham corner, that Liam Cooper cleared as far as Harrison, who surged forward before rolling a through ball into the path of Helder Costa, who turned Maxime Colin before planting a low shot into the bottom right hand corner of the net, beyond the reach of Connal Trueman.
Harrison then picked up a sideways pass from Ezgjan Alioski, before claiming a goal for himself, with Trueman stranded and wrong-footed as the ball took a wicked deflection off of Harlee Dean.
In the twenty seventh minute, with several experienced players seeming to be out of sorts and off of the pace of the game, it was sixteen year old Jude Bellingham, who showed maturity and composure beyond his tears, to take responsibility to claw Blues back into the game, when he shimmied his hips to make himself a yard of space on the edge of the area, after collecting the ball from Colin and planting it emphatically past Kiko Casilla.
The youngsters strike saw Leeds rearrange their pack and see the remainder of the first half out with a single goal advantage.
HT: Blues 1 v Leeds 2
No quarter was being given after half time, as both teams battled to get a foothold and in the sixty first minute, Colin's corner found Kerim Mrabti by the back stick, whose header was pushed away by Casilla towards Lukas Jutkiewicz, who snaffles up chances like that as a matter of course and he nodded the ball into the visitors goal to level things up.
The chant of "Leeds, Leeds are falling apart, again" filled the air as the home crowd celebrated a complete reversal of their teams fortunes... slightly prematurely as it turned out.
Luke Ayling, who, along with Costa, had posed a serious threat to the home defence out on the right all afternoon, restored the visitors lead in the sixty ninth minute, with a well struck angled right-foot shot, that fizzed in, just inside the left hand post.
But the gloves were off now and though the hosts defence, and possibly even Leeds' to a lesser extent, dropped their guard, Birmingham were level again thirteen minutes later, when Jeremie Bela, who'd merely been a spectator when Ayling had left him standing to score the aforementioned third goal for the visitors, got onto the end of Kristian Pedersen's free-kick and glanced the ball past Casilla to make it three apiece.
As I have already mentioned, several players were showing all of the defensive attributes that you'd associate with a chocolate fireguard... and sure enough, there were still goals to be had in this topsy-turvy, completely crazy contest... and it was Stuart Dallas who claimed the next one, hooking home the ball from Ayling's delivery, with just six minutes of the scheduled ninety remaining.
As the game careered headlong into stoppage the thrills and spills showed no signs of abating, as Jutkiewicz hoovered up a low cross from Bela to level things up yet again.
Surely that was it now... but no, there was still a cruel twist incoming to give the visitors all three points from this pulsating encounter, when Wes Harding turned the ball into his own net, while under pressure in his own six-yard box as he tried to clear Ayling's cross, as the visitors number two was once again granted the freedom of St. Andrew's to inflict untold damage on the host side.
FT: Birmingham City 4 (Four) v Leeds United 5 (Five)
It was a most compelling encounter, even though the defending... or more to the point, a complete lack of it, was a major cause for concern. The all-action Blues have now given Leeds United and West Bromwich Albion, the top two sides in the Championship, a bloody good run for their money in recent weeks, but the facts of the matter are: regardless of how gung-ho and attack-minded they are at times (though not always as the recent defeats against QPR and Hull City illustrated), Clotet's side have now only won one of their last eleven games and though the vultures aren't circling over Small Heath just yet, given that there is still an eight point cushion between Birmingham and the clubs battling against relegation, the situation needs addressing and sorting as a matter of no small urgency. Wednesday would be as good a time as any to make a start.
On reflection it was an enjoyable game, in a surreal kind of way, that will stick in the memory of all those present for a long time. And nobody could really complain about the entertainment on offer, or either team's willingness to keep finding the net. Even though some of the defending on display was of the laissez-faire, cavalier and undeniably slapstick variety. Which is a real cause for concern going forward. 
Blues had two of their defensive options missing in action through injury this afternoon, but those that did play weren't exactly off the inexperienced newcomer chucked in at the deep end variety.
I doubt very much if I'll see another game quite like this one again this season.
That's me all done with football for this tear/decade... see you all again in 2020.

Birmingham City 2 v Wigan Athletic 3 - EFL Championship

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Wednesday 1st January 2020
SkyBet EFL Championship
at St. Andrew's Stadium
Birmingham City (1) 2
Kerim Mrabti 39, Jacques Maghoma 81
Wigan Athletic (1) 3
Josh Windass 9, 50, Cedric Kipre 73
Attendance: 18,616 (inc. 511 away fans)
A seventy sixth minute Anthony Pilkington goal, that was heavily assisted by a slippery ball escaping from Lee Camp's grasp, as he vaingloriously tried to hold onto it, was all that separated these two sides in a dour game at the DW Stadium, back in October.
Today, Paul Cook's Latics arrived at St. Andrew's on the back of a run of thirteen games without a win to their name, while Blues had only won once in their last eleven outings.
In actual fact, prior to today Wigan had not won away from home this season and hadn't even scored a goal on their travels for a whopping 254 consecutive minutes. Just let that sink in for a minute you persons unknown from Trillion Trophy Asia, whoever you are!
A home banker you would think then, given the above statistics?
Hmm... the truth is: you can't predict anything with this Blues side at present.
Well, apart from them being completely unpredictable. Or consistently inconsistent, as you might say.
Following narrow back to back home wins against Blackburn Rovers and Luton Town at the end of October, Birmingham have only won once in their last twelve games, including today's embarrassing showing against Wigan, who have now moved off of the foot of the table as a consequence this thoroughly deserved win. In actual fact, the visitors are now only six points behind Birmingham. Maybe the alarm bells aren't ringing just yet, but if that is the case, it might be a good idea to check if the batteries are working.
I think it would be fair to say that nobody was anticipating the thrills, spills and excitement and colossal effort, that they witnessed on this very ground just three days ago, when Leeds United shared nine goals with Pep Clotet's team, in a game that was highly entertaining, yet mind-blowingly bizarre in equal measure.
That 4-5 reversal against Marcelo Bielsa's side, saw Blues slip to eighteenth in the Championship table, six places and nine points above today's visitors, who lost 1-0 at Nottingham Forest on the same afternoon, in a game where they were denied a point, when Brice Samba saved a Josh Windass penalty.
Even so, despite the Latics spirited display at the City Ground, I doubt if even the most optimistic of Wigan's travelling support, expected what actually unfolded today.
There is no denying that Blues deserved more than they got in their previous two home games, against the Championship's top two (and best two) sides: Leeds and West Brom and although the St. Andrew's faithful will have been disappointed not to have picked up any of the points available from that brace of games, at least they saw that their team was willing to go toe to toe, against such esteemed opposition.
Today, however, the home crowd had every right to feel disappointed and even short-changed, because Pep Clotet's side got exactly what they deserved for such an inept and disjointed display... absolutely nothing.
In mitigation, though I concede that I am desperately clutching at straws here, Birmingham had yet another comedy referee to contend with, who at times only seemed to have a tenuous grasp on reality, let alone the rules of the game. While Wigan displayed a level of gamesmanship and time-wasting antics that has probably earned them a nomination for this year's Oscar awards.
But, they're in a 'needs must' situation, desperate to pick up points by any means necessary and you would expect that level of histrionics and win at all costs mentality from any team in their position. In fact, if the roles were reversed, I'm sure that the Blues faithful would've insisted on such an approach from their own side and lapped it up.
So maybe it wouldn't have been a bad thing if a few Blues players were taking notes, just in case they have to deploy such antics to claw themselves away from a relegation battle any time soon.
I wasn't going to mention the R word, but Blues spiralling downward momentum is bringing such a scenario into sharp focus, as they continue to chalk up a run of unsatisfactory results with an indecent haste, that makes you wonder if the club owners have taken out an insurance policy against plunging headlong into League One and are eagerly anticipating a big payout any time soon.
A 'far fetched folly' you might say, but that is an alliteration that could easily be applied to a whole lot of stories that keep emerging with alarming frequency from behind closed doors, that initially seem to have no semblance of truth, but turn out to be not too wide of the mark.
Though I am fast becoming well known for letting my paranoid imagination run riot at times; in my defence, it is only the never ending production line of unsuitable and untrustworthy bodies, with unscrupulous agendas, who're faffing around with a whole host of football clubs, like they're some kind of rich man's plaything, that has made me this way in the first place.
But I'm trying not to get all political at this juncture (even though it's quite difficult not to under the circumstances)... while leaving all that kind of stuff for those who are better informed and more 'in the know' than I'll ever be... or ever want to be, for the sake of my own rapidly diminishing sanity.
But anybody can see, that things just aren't right at the 'St. Andrew's Trillion Trophy Stadium' at the moment, both on and off the pitch... and wheresoever there is a lack of transparency, then speculation will always find a way of seeping through the cracks and filling in all of the gaps. Most people can pinpoint what the problems are, and have a multitude of questions ask; but alas, none of us has any influence whatsoever as regards providing any answers or solutions to a whole cattle ranch's worth of bullshit.
It's one big suck it up and hope for the best situation at this present time.
B ut, that said, I'll shurrup about my genuine concerns and just see you all again on Saturday... because it's what us pragmatic and time served, old school football fans do, innit!?
Don't forget it's a 12.31PM kick-off at the weekend, because, for whatever reason (Kerching!!!), the FA has signed a deal involving overseas television viewing rights and us Joe Public types will just have to like it or lump it.
Though I've been putting it off for as long as is humanly possible, I guess that I will have to eventually get around to writing something about the actual game itself at some point.
So, without any further ado, if I really must. Here goes...
Maybe, with the fixtures coming thick and fast at this 'most wonderful time of the year', Mr Clotet got his dates mixed up and thought that today was the day, that he could bugger about with the team selection because the FA Cup isn't his main priority. But that isn't until Saturday old lad, so the damage was done in many people's eyes before a ball had even been kicked, as puzzlement and perplexed concern emanated amongst the home support in the build-up to kick-off.
Far be it from me to offer any advice on team selection, but surely it's better to have a settled line-up than to bugger about chopping and changing and complicating matters with all of this squad rotation malarkey.
There is very little mileage to be had, if any, in expecting Championship footballers to play out of position, taking up a myriad of unfamiliar roles, within a set system of play that isn't working. Or at least needs amending and tweaking whenever Blues need to adopt a different approach to salvage games that they have fallen behind in. Utilise their strengths instead of muddying the waters. Just saying.
Albert Einstein didn't have any football coaching badges, but he did have an interesting theory on the subject of insanity, that went something along the lines of... Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.
So there you have it Pep Clotet, or whoever is pulling his strings and actually picking the team and implementing their tactical nous, it's official... you're bonkers!
Blues have now lost six games at home so far this season, an unwanted statistic that includes their last four outings at St. Andrew's.
The home side started brightly enough but when Joe Williams pounced on a misunderstanding between Jude Bellingham and Gary Gardner and played the loose ball into the path of Josh Windass, the former building site labourer, who used to top up his earnings by turning out for Harrogate Railway Athletic, netted with the simplest of tap-ins past the woefully exposed host keeper: Connal Trueman.
"He's not good enough or big enough!", ranted a resident Mr Angry, who sits a few rows behind me on a wearyingly regular basis, rubbishing the3 Birmingham goalie, seemingly oblivious to the fact, that Trueman effectively kept his side in this game, by thwarting a rampant Wigan (that's something you don't hear every day), with a string of fine saves and timely interceptions, before Blues levelled up the score, somewhat against the run of play, when Kerim Mrabti shot on the turn from Kristian Pedersen's sideways knock from out on the left.
So it was all square at half-time and although I'm sure that nobody present would begrudge the Wigan following their five minutes of fame, given the kind of season that they have had to endure thus far, it was surely time to bring these Lancastrian heathens to book now and put them to the sword... or not!
By the way, apologies to all concerned if Wigan isn't actually known as a Lancashire town these days and is officially now a part of the Greater Manchester conglomeration, all these boundary changes across this green and pleasant land, hold no sway with my flat earth society leanings. And besides, Wigan has a pier and it isn't anywhere near the coast, so don't go getting all contrary and precious with me ;-)
But I digress... five minutes after the restart, Josh Windass sprinted forward, from an offside starting position and chased Lee Evans' punt up the field, the referees assistant was left standing by Windass and rather than admit he was out of position and missed the transgression, he merely plodded forward and signalled for a goal, as Windass was forced to go wide by the advancing Trueman but still scored anyway, from an improbable angle as Gardner arrived a fraction too late and the ball cannoned off of him on its way into the back of Blues net. Gardner was subjected to some verbal abuse for his part in the goal... but it was going in anyway and the real culprit had a flag in his hand that he'sd failed to raise at the appropriate time. Don't try telling me that these things balance themselves out over the course of a season because I know that is a complete lie... and so do you.
As if the Wigan fans weren't already giddy enough with excitement about the dizzy and unfamiliar heights that their team were experiencing, there were complete scenes up towards the back corner of the away seats, when the Latics were gifted a third goal when Jutkiewicz's clearing header from a Windass corner ricocheted past Trueman off of Cedric Kipre's chest... they all count, don't they!?.
The visitors were in Blues faces and went toe to toe with them all over the pitch and, credit where it is due, going for broke. But while Wigan actually looked like they wanted it more, it was yet another bad day at the office for Birmingham,... and if truth be told, on the balance of play, it would've been an injustice if the Latics hadn't claimed all three points, because, over the ninety-plus minutes, they had thoroughly warranted completing the double over Clotet's misfiring team for the current season.
With nine minutes of the game still remaining, while I clung onto my seat to prevent myself from being swept away in the human tide of disgruntled supporters who were making an early retreat for the exits onto the Coventry Road, Blues scored a second goal, when Jutkiewicz swept the ball out to Bellingham on the left flank before continuing his run to meet the Blues protege's cross, which he headed downwards towards Wigan's goal where Jacques Maghoma threw himself forward to bundle the ball past Jamie Jones, once againthose  'they all count, don't they!?' rules applied.
Alas, there wasn't going to be yet another grandstand finish at the theatre of dreams/screams* (delete as applicable) today, as Jones kept out Alvaro Gimenez's late header, and Wigan held onto the lead that they worked so hard to build up.
All's fair in love, war and football... well, sometimes it is.
Well played Wigan, but, err, buck your bloody ideas up quickly Blues, or there may be trouble ahead,. Surely you're better than that shambles today... aren't you?
FT: Birmingham City 2 v Wigan Athletic 3
I've just been browsing a few social media posts about today's game, before my train home leaves New Street station. It's understandable that people are upset and even angry, but turning on and singling out individuals for personal abuse, while conducting witch hunts to find scapegoats to pin the blame on, is symptomatic of the way that football 'supporting' is heading, i.e. downhill fast.
Who else can remember a time when fans got on the backs of the opposition players, in a bid to rattle them and put them off their game, rather than unsettling and rubbishing their own? I'm not advocating that 'putting up and shutting up' should ever be an option, but some of the crap I have just been reading is just plain stupid. I guess that everyone and anyone is entitled to have an opinion... even pious and hate-fuelled shitheads.
As mentioned above, Blues are playing against Blackburn in the FA Cup at St. Andrew's on Saturday (12.31PM), while Wigan travel to Leicester City for a 5.31PM kick off, later that afternoon, in the same competition.
Wherever you are going... enjoy your football.

Birmingham City 2 v Blackburn Rovers 1 - FA Cup R3

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Saturday 4th January 2020
The Emirates FA Cup Third Round
at St. Andrew's Stadium
Birmingham City (1) 2
Dan Crowley 4
Jeremie Bela 90
Blackburn Rovers (0) 1
Adam Armstrong 61 pen
Attendance: 7,330 (inc. 843 away fans)
Birmingham City:
Camp, Colin, Dean, Clarke-Salter (Harding 69), Pederson, Gardner (Sunjic 57), Davis, Montero (Bela HT), Crowley, Maghoma, Gimenez.
Unused subs - Medina, McEachran, Bailey, Trueman (GK)
Blackburn Rovers
Leutwiler, Adarabioyo, Lenihan, Bennett (Williams 37), Bell, Johnson, Brereton (Chapman 56), Downing (Buckley 78), Rothwell, Armstrong, Gallagher.
Unused subs - Samuel, Davenport, Travis, Fisher (GK)
My third visit to St. Andrew's in the space of just six days, confirmed my 'glutton for punishment' masochistic tendencies are showing no signs of diminishing as I enter yet another decade of travelling in pursuit of the beautiful game... and some of it's uglier versions too.
Birmingham have played Blackburn twice in the Championship this season already, and in doing so have picked up four points along the way, with a 1-0 win at St. Andrew's in October and a 1-1 draw at Ewood Park on Boxing Day.
The latter result saw Blues gain the only point that they've managed to pick up during their last six league games, since a 2-3 win at Reading at the beginning of December.
For the record, Pep Clotet has held his hands up and apologised to supporters for his team's unsatisfactory display against Wigan Athletic on Wednesday afternoon. The Latics moved off of the bottom of the table as a consequence that 2-3 win at St. Andrew's, while Luton Town subsequently slipped into last place. By way of a coincidence, Birmingham travel to Kenilworth Road, with another sold out away following in tandem to take on the Hatters next weekend.
Only the Kop and the visiting fans section of the Gil Merrick Stand were today... and it wasn't even a Coventry City 'home' fixture, because even taking the £10 a ticket offer into account, interest in this competition isn't on a lot of people's priority lists anymore. 
Some people even claimed that they were boycotting this game as a protest against the club's hierarchy. But that's bullshit! If you don't want to watch FA Cup games, then that's your choice and nobody is twisting your arm to turn out, but don't go giving me any of your conscientious objector, moral high-ground rhetoric, because you're not convincing anybody. And don't starting bellowing like an infant denied sweeties if you can't get hold of a ticket if Blues get drawn against a Premier League club in any of the subsequent rounds,.. though results elsewhere today have guaranteed that won't be Aston Villa.

The times they are definitely a' changing. Today's visitors won the FA Cup a total of six times (most recently, way back in 1928), and  today they arrived in Birmingham with an away following of 843, which is actually 164 more than travelled down from Lancashire for the recent league game, that helped to nudge the crowd figure up to 7,330.
This afternoon's FA Cup Third Round tie had a kick-off time of 12.31PM. The early start was for the benefit of a overseas TV broadcast, while the extra minute was applied to all cup game kick-off times this weekend, so supporters could take time out to think about mental health issues and how they might effect them and other people.

Alas, nostalgia ain't what it used to be and Third Round day, that used to assume Biblical proportions back when I first fell in love with the beautiful game, is nowhere near as relevant these days... and is merely seen by many as an annoying distraction and hindrance in the fixtures calendar.
In this era of squad rotation, Pep Clotet made seven changes from Wednesday's starting line up against Wigan, but that is seemingly par for the course these days anyway.
Jake Clarke-Salter’s return to the heart of defence, following a month on the sidelines through injury, was a welcome sight, until the Chelsea loanee limped out of the action around the seventieth minute. Tony Mowbray, for his part, made three changes to a Rovers side that had lost 3-2 at Nottingham Forest in midweek.
In all honesty, today's morale boosting win for Blues, was a fortuitous one... but though it's been a while in coming, Birmingham are surely overdue their share of some good luck this season by now. 

Lee Camp had an early touch, when he fielded a speculative long-range effort from Joe Rothwell.
I like Camp, but for all the times that I find his eccentricities amusing, there have also been numerous occasions when his off the cuff, random madness has scared me half to death
However, it was a flying start for Blues today, as Danny Crowley picked a pass from from Kristian Pedersen, just inside the Blackburn half and motored forward from the left hand side of midfield, before cutting inside and planting a low, right foot shot, just inside the right hand upright, beyond the reach of Jason Leutwiler.
The hosts almost doubled their lead when Gardner shot wide from the edge of the area, after a neat exchange of passes with Crowley.

Rovers should've been on level terms when Amari'i Bell's cross picked out Adam Armstrong, whose attempt on goal was scooped away by Camp, towards Sam Gallacher, presnting the former Blues attacker with an easy tap-in, but he fired straight at Armstrong, who could only nudge the ball feebly past the right hand upright.
After the game, the visitors manager singled out Gallacher for his profligacy and wastefulness... and not without good reason. Although Che Adams was Birmingham's top goalscorer in all competitions during their lacklustre 2017-18 campaign, Gallagher was their highest scorer in the Championship, with a total of six strikes to his name in thirty three appearances, during a season-long loan from Southampton.

Jeffersen Montero made his first start for Blues since August and tested Leutwiler twice during the first half with left-wing crosses, one of which Alvaro Giminez almost profited from.
Birmingham are the thirty year old  Ecuadorian winger's fourth club that he's been out on loan to, since signing for Swansea City in 2014. The service he provides for whoever Blues have in attack, makes him a worthwhile addition to the side, but he is still labouring for pace following his recent enforced break from the action and he was subsequently withdrawn at half-time and replaced by Jeremie Bela. 
Although the first half had been an evenly contested affair, which, set against a backdrop of twenty one thousand plus empty seats, was played out in a novelty atmosphere akin to what you'd expect from a pre-season friendly, or Under 23's game, after the break, a few of the surreal moments of near silence, were interspersed with a good few 'oohs and aahs' as Stewart Downing, Rothwell, Armstrong and (in particular) Gallacher (three times) failed to find the target with a string of good chances.
The away supporters who sang: "You're f*cking shit!" towards Blues fans, possibly need to learn a bit of humility, given that a supposedly inferior team have taken four league points from them and ended their interest in this season's FA Cup. But by the same token, you can only hope that the Blues fans who responded with: "You must've come in a taxi!" were being ironic, given the absence of at least ten thousand regular home supporters today.
Blues defensive frailities were certainly rearing their ugly and unwanted head yet again... and Blackburn only have themselves to blame for taking full advantage of several lackadaisical moments, where they were gifted goal-scoring opportunities by the score.
Ivan Sunjic was introduced from the bench to bolster Blues rearguard in the fifty-eighth minute, by slotting in just in front of the Blues Defence. Sunjic hadn't been his usual influential self against Wigan and had looked out of sorts with some woeful distribution, but you can forgive him one stinker of a game in lieu of his input so far this season.
Alas, he was only on the pitch less than two minutes today, because in trying to recover possession from Gallacher, who's pounced on his under-hit back-pass to Camp, Sunjic was judged to have pulled the Rovers forward down, resulting in him conceding a penalty and getting shown a straight red-card for his efforts. Even though it did look like a 'six and two thirds' grapple between the pair of them from my vantage point.
A few half-hearted arguments over whether the Croatian's initial contact had been outside the area or not, had no bearing on the referee's decision, and alas it was Sunjic's carelessness and lack of concentration in creating the situation in the first place, that led to Blackburn's equaliser, which if truth is to be be told, had been on the cards since the end of the first half. 
Armstrong, who'd scored from the spot against Blues on Boxing Day, slammed the resulting kick into the roof of Camp's net.
FFS our Ivan! It was only Sam Gallacher... Sam effing Gallacher! He would probably have spurned his big chance anyway.
Derrick Williams punted a left-wing free kick into Blues penalty area, which never looked even slightly likely to reach any of his team-mates, but Blues resident master of theatrical drama, inexplicably opted not to gather the ball. but pushed it towards his own goal, where he only just manage to make a recovering save at the very last moment. But, despite him having indulged us with a few eyebrow raising moments that could colloquially be termed as: "Doing a Camp", Blues number one had kept a clean sheet this afternoon, other than when Armstrong had emphatically tucked away his penalty.
Everything pointed towards this game heading for a replay. An outcome that I'm quite sure there was absolutely zero enthusiasm whatsoever for, from anybody present. 
But, as the game entered it's final minute, Jacques Maghoma rolled the ball out wide to Bela on his right who cut into the Rovers area and headed straight for there goal, before rifling a shot/cross towards the right hand post, that ended up in the back of the net as he crashed off of Leutwiler.
It was too late for Rovers to find a second goal now and they were left to rue all of the chances that had gone begging.
FT: Birmingham City 2 v Blackburn Rovers 1
Was it ever in any doubt!? Says I with my tongue planted very firmly in my cheek.
The fall-out from Sunjic's moment of madness, means that he will be suspended for one game... next weekend's Championship fixture at Luton Town, on the same afternoon that Blackburn entertain Preston North End in a Lancashire derby at Ewood Park.
And, of course, Blues won't be heading to the Riverside Stadium on Saturday January 25th for the scheduled Championship game anymore, because that falls on the same weekend that the FA Cup Fourth Round ties are being played... the draw will be broadcast live on BBC1 at 7.35PM on Monday night. I'll be glued to the edge of my seat in excited anticipation.

Retford United 4 v Long Eaton United Community 1 - CMFL LC R3

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Wednesday 8th January 2020
Central Midlands League - League Cup - Third Round
at Cannon Park
Retford United (1) 4
Mark West 29, 59, 67
Zach Casburn 90+1
Long Eaton United Community (0) 1
Nathan Banton 90
Attendance: 91
Match photos by Jon Knight @Retfordsnapper: Click HERE
Paul Holland's young visiting side, gave a very good account of themselves and obviously have a great deal of raw talent coming up through their ranks, but the Badgers were too strong for them on the night as they cruised through the gears to earn themselves quarter-final place, where they will face Sherwood Colliery Reserves at Debdale Park, in Mansfield Woodhouse, on Wednesday 12th February (7.45PM).
It was a refreshingly open game and both sides signalled their attacking intentions inside the opening two minutes, as Mark West's first attempt on goal at one end was well saved by Marcus Coombs at one end, while Tom Crosby was soon in action at the other, repelling Reece Widdowson's strike.
The hosts began to impose themselves as the game unfolded, with the influential Danny Abdulla taking on the guise of a midfield enforcer, winning several toe to toe battles against all-comers, while distributing the ball to good effect and spraying a great range of passes around to his team-mates.
Long Eaton rolled their sleeves up and faced up to what was proving to be a tough test for them, but the home side struck the first blow, when Igor Mlynarski, who proved to be a real handful for the Derbyshire side on the left-hand side of Retford's attack all night, drilled a low cross into the visitors six-yard box, that sat up awkwardly between Coombs and West as they challenged for possession, but it was the Badgers striker who won that duel, when he stabbed the ball over the keeper, who'd gone to ground, to open the scoring.
West went close to doubling the advantage, when he cut through the right channel and very nearly claimed a great solo goal for himself, but Coombs was equal to the crisply struck angled shot and fielded the ball away.
Benny Wilson, displaying the same kind of traits and confidence that his manager had when he was still a youngster at Mansfield Town, picked up the ball just inside the Retford half and motored forward and as the defence backed off and picked up whoever they were marking, Wilson improvised, and having been denied any opportunity to pass the ball, he took on the responsibility himself and grazed the outside of the foot of the right-hand post with a dipping shot.
Zach Casburn rolled a measured pass out wide to find the overlapping Mlynarski on the left, who delivered an identical cross to the one that West had scored from, but Coombs smothered the ball this time, as the Retford forward homed in.
Coombs was called into action again twice before the break, and it was West both times, yet again, that keeping the visitors number one busy. Initially, having picked up a sideways pass from Mlynarski, inside the Long Eaton area, West found himself surrounded by visiting players, so he scooped the ball over them with a clever flick,
that dropped towards the top left hand corner of the goal, but Coombs managed to reach the ball at full stretch, just in the nick of time... and just before half-time, the ever effervescent Abdulla, unlocked the defence with a slide-rule pass into the path of West, who drilled a shot that was destined to nestle just inside the foot of the right stick, until the busy visitors keeper got down well to push the ball out at the expense of a corner.
HT: Badgers 1 v Blues (or Reds, if you want to be pedantic) 0
The pair of them behaved impeccably all night.
And so did their canine companions.
At this key stage of their development, it is important that these young Long Eaton players pit themselves against strong, more established sides. They'll learn and benefit far more from the sort of challenges they faced tonight, than playing at youth team level all of the time. It's s steep learning curve and a massive step up, moving into the men's game from having excelled as the cream of the crop at intermediate level.
They were almost on level terms right at the start of the second half when Jamie Light and Widdowson combined on the left before the latter knocked a ball across the face of Crosby's goal that only needed a touch. Alas, if the diminutive Abdul Ziblini had been a foot taller, he would've got to that, but Retford survived a close call, while Ziblini went back to his more accustomed role, as a bustling, ball-playing wide man, with an impressive array of close control and dribbling skills.
An uphill battle for the visitors, became a quest of Everest type proportions (no, not the Indian restaurant on Grove Street... Paul Holland wouldn't have any problems tackling that particular challenge), when Casburn powered down the right flank, before picking out West who headed home his second goal of the night.
And it was game over, bar the shouting, when West claimed his hat-trick, at the second attempt, after his initial shot was blocked, but rebounded back to him, and he hooked it past Coombs from just inside the goal area.
One unsung hero of Retford's victory tonight, was Olly Lawrence, who marshalled the right hand side of the defence well, while getting forward in support of the attack and weighing in across the middle of the pitch too... a real team player.
It was Lawrence who spotted that Casburn had found himself an acre and a half of space on the edge of the Long Eaton area and knocked a lengthy pass his way, that would've put the Badger number nine in on goal, if Coombs hadn't spotted the danger before charging off of his line to head the ball away.
As if to reinforce my point, Lawrence broke forward himself and Coombs had to make yet another save down by his left hand post, as the right-back/right-half/right-winger/right-handful, slashed the ball into the danger zone from the right hand side bi-line.
Even though there was probably no way back for the visitors now, Crosby still needed to remain alert and he made a great stop when Nathan Banton and Josh Lane combined well in front of his goal.

In the last minute, Ziblini put a great ball in from out on the right that Banton met with a towering header and dispatched a thumping header into the roof of the net to claim a consolation goal for the visitors.
But it wasn't over yet, and as the game went into to stoppage time, Coombs tangled with Casburn as he took the ball around him and the referee: Will Murray, awarded the homer side a penalty.
Casburn duly picked himself up and took the resulting spot-kick himself, burying the ball emphatically past Coombs.
FT: Retford United 4 v Long Eaton United Comm. 1
A word of praise is also due to the cluster of Retford United youngsters who played a big part in tonight's game too. I'm sure that their manager Liam Kay, will have been pleased with their efforts too.
Tomorrow night (Thursday 9.1.20), Worksop Town U21's are the visitors to Cannon Park, when they take on the Badgers U21 side in a North Midland U21 League fixture, that kicks off at 7.45PM

A week in the life of Birmingham City Football Club. Incorporating: Luton Town 1 v Birmingham City 2 - EFL Championship

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Saturday 11th January 2020
SkyBet EFL Championship
at Kenilworth Road
Luton Town (0) 1
James Collins 62 pen
Birmingham City (1) 2
Lukas Jutkiewicz 4, Gary Gardner 69
Attendance: 10,062 (inc.1,035 away fans)
THE66POW: Point & hope photos: click HERE
Having promised myself, that this: long-winded, self-indulgent, bullshit blog, with added football content, shall be a microcosm of my real life, whereby I won't and don't allow myself to become embroiled in other peoples: politics, tub-thumping, petty squabbling, infighting, propaganda and prejudices... I'm well aware that I'm on a very slippery slope here. But also realise, that sometimes, you simply can't turn your back on, or ignore situations that are reaching a tipping point, right in front of your own eyes... not indefinitely.
It is a fact of life, that you can know too much sometimes. And even though you don't really need (or even want), to become too deeply entrenched in these sort of things, and are effectively sick to the back teeth of frequently hearing about all of the shambolic behind the scenes rigmarole at Birmingham City FC, to a point where it becomes very tempting to just say that: football is only a game and you can easily walk away from such situations any time that you like. You know, deep down, that in reality: i) it isn't, and ii) you can't... because you don't have that kind of a feckless mindset... you're a football supporter. And there isn't a known cure for your condition.
And for everybody who disagrees with me at this juncture, I know that there will be plenty more, who'll know exactly where I'm coming from to this end.
Anyway, an advanced warning as regards this blog post. Buckle up, this is going to be a lengthy journey and a bumpy ride. Because, as the saying goes (or at least it should), a week is a long time in politics... but, it's an absolute age in football circles.
Late on Sunday night, Blues confirmed, via a statement posted on their official website at 11.10PM, that they are being charged again, by the EFL, for breaking that particular governing bodies rules, by not adhering a business plan that had been imposed on them, when they were sanctioned and docked nine points last season, for an infringement of 'Financial Fair Play' regulations.
The club owners: Trillion Trophies Asia, say that they have denied the allegations and are awaiting the outcome of ongoing disciplinary proceedings, which they will no doubt subsequently appeal against when/if a satisfactory conclusion in their favour is/isn't reached. There is also talk of them employing a lawyer to investigate unfair, biased and unwarranted actions against them by the EFL.

But, as facts begin to emerge, almost by the hour, every hour, it would appear that the Hong Kong-based sports holding company, may well have, yet again, opted to do things their own way, off their own backs and acted as if they always know best and should be above (and immune from) any kind of interference, or need to comply with the same set of rules and governance, that every single other club that comes under the auspices of the EFL does.
However, let's not forget, it is a fact that the EFL does pounce more readily on some clubs than it does others, take Birmingham City, Bolton Wanderers, Leeds United and today's host club: Luton Town, all of who have a back catalogue of unsavoury run-ins with the powers that be over a number of years, as prime examples of that... while several rival clubs seem to be having a blind eye turned away from similar breaches made on their part.
Indeed, the EFL themselves are complicit in creating many of the conflicts that several parties have found themselves embroiled in, by allowing unsuitable club owners to frequently slip through their own procedures to check out whether they are 'fit and proper persons' to be trusted with the considerable responsibility of running a football club. But they never take their own failings to that end into consideration, when punishing clubs who are suffering, by imposing stiff fines on those who are already bogged down in financial quicksand, or by deducting points from teams who are already struggling on, against all the odds, to maintain their current status and standing within the game.
But surely, if 'TTA' knew that they're already on the EFL's radar and under their ever scrutinising and watchful eye, they should make damn sure that they're keeping everything above board, in-order, ship-shape and squeaky-clean while avoiding bringing any further attention to themselves, by riding roughshod over the sanctions that have been imposed on them.
'TTA' to all intents and purposes, have allegedly broken more rules since their nine-point deduction effectively killed off last season, and some of their most recent transgressions were brought to their attention by the EFL as long as seven months ago, but have not been acted upon.
And if the allegations are upheld, then everybody will be entitled to ask: just who the bloody hell do they think they are!?
And, more to the point, what exactly was their real motivation, for getting involved with a football club in England in the first place?
Though, you could also ask, in defence of 'TTA' why the EFL was insisting that Blues accepted an eight million pounds bid for Che Adams, in the January 2019 transfer window, when by holding out for a few months, they managed to sell him for almost twice that amount at the end of the season instead, especially when the powers that be are demanding that the club offsets it's incoming and outgoing cash-flow.
It's a massive contradiction on the part of the football authorities to demand that the club should balance their books, but deny them an opportunity to recoup the best part of another eight million pounds by delaying an outgoing player's transfer for what amounts to sixteen weeks. Surely that is merely exercising common sense, financial nous and good house-husbandry on TTA's part.
It's understandable that the EFL only wants clubs that are financially viable, going concerns, taking part in their competitions.  And, in the main, it is a good thing that they police these things so diligently, to protect the interests of those member clubs that are being run along legit, sensible and sustainable lines.
'Betrayed by the FA 2008' banner hangs in Luton's main stand
But what kind of a governing body heaps even more problems on those who are already in the mire? Granted, the EFL isn't there to bail clubs out or rescue them from situations of their own, or some unscrupulous owner's making, but at times, they seem to be gleefully queuing up to kick those who are already down... while heaping even more burden on them.
I have often said, that if Birmingham City FC was a TV soap opera, people would switch channels in their droves because the plot would be deemed unwatchable, due to it being too far fetched... while too many of the main participants don't even slightly  resemble barely credible characters. Though that could also apply to a whole host of other clubs and individuals across the length and breadth of the nether-land that is planet football.
Hmm... I bet he didn't see much of this afternoon's game.
Maybe if the day to day running of the club was a sitcom instead, they could just about get away with the never-ending story of inept bungling and bizarre ownership issues.
But, that format is already catered for... and somebody has previously beaten 'TTA' to the aptest title for their own farcical shenanigan anyway: that programme is called Shameless!
And I'm quite sure that the suits at the EFL could be found suitable roles to play in such a black comedy farce too.
Amongst all of the lengthy text, horror stories and previously hidden truths that have emerged this week... besides discovering the real figure pertaining to quite how much debt the club is actually in (over £91 million) and how much more they need to survive, just until the end of 2020 (another £54 million-plus), it has transpired that St. Andrew's itself was sold off under everyone's noses, and Birmingham City are actually now renting the stadium.
You what!? You what!? You what!? When did that happen? And why wasn't that information available in the public domain until some deeply concerned and knowledgeable whistle-blowing fans lobbyists put it out there this week?
Apparently, the money made from the sale of the ground possibly (but not probably) means that Blues (maybe) fall just within the parameters of the EFL's profit and sustainability limits for the year, so what the hell is really going on?
And what slight of hand trick is going to be used to fudge the balance sheet next year, now that the club's biggest asset has been pawned off? Any demystification regarding this complex matter, would be gratefully received by both myself and several thousand other perplexed and very keenly interested parties.
The FA Cup win against Blackburn Rovers last weekend appears to have steadied the waters for the under-fire Blues manager Pep Clotet, who has been subject to a lot of speculation pertaining to his future employment prospects of late, from people who are supposedly 'in the know'.
But the conundrum is: if Blues did offload Clotet, who would want to inherit his poisoned chalice of a position anyway? Or accept and tolerate the meddling hands and boardroom interference in team matters, that currently represent the status quo and St. Andrew's (allegedly).
But the reality of that third-round win, coupled with this afternoon's victory is, many see these back to back favourable results, as merely camouflage, providing a few temporary repairs and papering over some bloody great big cracks, while providing a smoke-screen, to distract people from several other much bigger issues that are currently at stake, away from the field of play.
It's no wonder that Xuandong Ren relocated to an office overlooking the club's Wast Hills training ground, there seems to be so much detritus swept under the boardroom carpet, that the air in there must be quite acrid and unpleasant by now.
Inevitably, even the draw for the next round of the FA Cup has thrown up another anomaly, whereby Birmingham have been drawn away from home, against the winners of Tuesday night's third-round replay, between Coventry City and Bristol Rovers.
But, the Sky Blues are currently playing their home games at St. Andrew's, which means that Blues will be the away team in their 'own ground' (so to speak), where 'Cov' are sharing as tenants... if Mark Robins side do actually beat the Pirates, in Birmingham, on Tuesday night.
This, of course, raises another question. Whereby Coventry's tenure at the ground was always seen as something of a financial safeguard for Birmingham City, providing a cash cow and a much needed steady income stream for Blues, while safeguarding the future, for the length of their stay in the 'Second City', of the guest club too. But it now needs to be asked: who is it that the Sky Blues are directly paying their rent to? And, are Birmingham City getting anything out of the deal at all, themselves? And besides, if Blues are actually only tenants, would the Stadium's actual owners (Birmingham Sports Holdings Ltd) allow them to sub-let the facilities out to another club?
So hey! As far as my opening gambit goes, regarding not getting enmeshed in anyone else's mess and just treating this beautiful but accursed game as a mere hobby and pastime... while avoiding becoming emotionally involved in matters that I can (in all likelihood), do absolutely nothing about, nor influence the outcome of in the slightest... I've failed, majorly.
Harking back to the subject of the FA Cup fourth round, before finally moving onto mentioning today's game at Kenilworth Road (I haven't completely forgotten about it, you see)... it is going to be one massive headache for the ticket office, West Midlands Police and both clubs to sort out if the potential Coventry v Birmingham showdown does become a reality.
Especially if Blues supporters are (as has been rumoured to be a distinct possibility by several sources, mainly of a dubious origin it must be said) restricted to the usual maximum allocation of away seats for cup games and their own fans are denied tickets to attend a game on that is being played on home-turf.
You can only hope that common sense will prevail and some kind of mutually agreeable compromise can be reached if such a situation occurs. But I'm not holding my breath and alas, absolutely nothing pertaining to the bizarre scenario surrounding Birmingham City surprises me anymore.
In all seriousness, would it actually be such a bad thing if Bristol Rovers went and won on Tuesday night?
Selling the ownership rights of football stadiums, then leasing or buying them back at a deflated figure, is a far more common practice than people realise in this day and age, but the most worrying aspect of this particular plan, is the hush-hush nature in which it was hatched. And of course, now that Blues have resorted to utilising this increasingly popular loophole, the EFL, who have hitherto shown a laissez-faire ambivalence towards such activity, have now decided to give this kind of activity, a serious case of looking at.
Should supporters have access to all of the cogs, nuts, bolts, mechanism's and internal workings of their football team of choice? Possibly not, but somebody has to monitor some of the slight of hand tricks that questionable owners get up to, to keep them in check and prevent clubs being towards oblivion. The EFL have the responsibility for policing all of the above, but they are the ones who allowed most of the corporations that operate under the auspices of 'fit and proper persons', to run amok within the game in the first place.
'TTA' have been accused by many learned parties of sheer incompetence. But is that really the case?  Or might there even have been a far more sinister ulterior motive for TTA's involvement at a football club that stands on a spacious area of real estate, near to Birmingham city centre, all along.
Effectively today's bottom club versus eighteenth placed club Championship fixture had been reduced to something of a sideshow for many people, in light of some of the events detailed rather sketchily and haphazardly above, raising their ugly heads this past week or so... and believe me, as laborious as this post is, I've only actually scratched away at the tip of one of several humongous sized icebergs, to this end. And to all intents and purposes, this is a vastly edited final draft and truncated version of my original post, which read like several very lengthy doom-laden chapters of a very weighty tome.
Luton then, what is one to make of this thriving corner of Bedfordshire?
Well, when I asked a local why a town of this size had it's own airport, I was told: "Because, people who come to Luton, only ever want to make a flying visit... and it's a bloody good means of getting away from here quickly"... Nobody said that really, of course, I'm just trying to lighten things up a bit, because I'm fairly sure that you've found the above narration extremely depressing and very boring thus far.
But one piece of advice that did stand me in good stead for staying undetected and incognito among the home fans, is that when referring to the Luton itself, it is a local dialect stipulation that you don't pronounce the letter T in the middle of the word. The "Come on Lu-on!" chants confirmed that this was indeed, 100% correct.
The last time that these two sides met, back in October, Blues won 2-1 at St. Andrew's, having taken a first half lead through Lukas Jutkiewicz, Luton then pegged the score back to 1-1, after the interval, before Birmingham took the lead for a second time to claim all three points. Which is precisely what happened again today, as Clotet's side recorded back to back wins on consecutive Saturday's, which also had in common the fact that they finished the game with ten men again, with Harlee Dean taking the 'walk of shame' this weekend, for picking up a second yellow card, following Ivan Sunjic's straight red last week, after only having been on the pitch from the subs bench for just under three minutes.
It was Dean who had started the ball rolling for the opening goal today, in the fourth minute, when his long cross-field pass picked out Kristian Pedersen, who broke forward from inside his own half, before rolling the ball to Kerim Mbrati, who in turn knocked it wide to Jeremie Bela, whose left wing delivery was met at the back stick by Jutkiewicz and Blues were ahead as Simon Sluga struggled to keep out the big number ten's downward header.
Luton took a while to get into their stride, mostly because Birmingham were effectively knocking them out of it on a regular basis, with some man-sized and robust challenges, as tippy-tappy, pass the ball to death aesthetics were given the big boot, in favour of grinding out a win, by any means necessary, to get some vital points on the board, against another side who are faffing about at the wrong end of the table.
Lee Camp gave the impression, that he rather likes the idea of being the first choice goalkeeper for Blues again and put in a solid display.
David Davis and Gary Gardner added some bite to the battle for the middle ground, that they were winning hands down, Pedersen stuck to his task like a workaholic robot, that had been programmed to cover a couple of hundred miles over the course of ninety minutes, redefining the words tempo and application.  Jake Clarke-Salter looks more composed at the back with every passing game, while Maxime Colin and Dean, the beleaguered Blues captain, work in tandem to thwart any attacking intentions that Luton might have had.
 
Jacques Maghoma slotted in well, filling in a holding role in front of defence, from where he also got forward to good effect, while Jeremie Bela and Karim Mrabti, were full of running, taking on and unsettling the Hatters defence. While Jutkiewicz was his usual, big awkward bastard battling self, as Donervon Daniels and Sonny Bradley could no doubt testify to at the end of this bruising encounter.
The hosts picked up the pace halfway through the first half, but when Luke Berry put a dangerous cross into the heart of Blues area, Harlee Dean put his foot through the ball and launched it away to safety.
 
Kazenga LuaLua looked to be the player most likely to create an opening for the Hatters, but he was 'dealt with' as Blues adopted a 'when the going gets tough' mindset. A Luton fan growled at me: "They're taking turns to sort out LuaLua... and it's brutal!" So what are they supposed to do then? Stand off of the Congolese play-maker and allow him the time and space to be creative?
Granted, the hosts number twenty five, did get roughed up a bit at times, but it was all firm but (borderline) fair, character building stuff... and besides: all is fair in love, war and football, especially when you really need the three points because you're trying to avoid getting dragged into another relegation matter. Get that guy some man-up tablets and tell him to run it off, it's only pain.
Joking aside, five minutes before half-time Dean flattened Lualua with a heavy lunge in the middle of the pitch. It was a (very) naughty one... and as the home crowd bayed for Dean to be sent off, he was shown a yellow card. Which, if truth be told, is the very least he deserved in this instance.
James Bree (on loan at Luton from Aston Villa) was also booked in the first half (and was substituted before the second half started), and Mrabti was cautioned too.
Towards the end of the first-half Simon Sluga did well to get down behind Jutkiewicz's strike from the edge of the area.
Right at the start of the second half, a section of Blues fans in the restricted view seats (a description that could easily describe at least 70% of the vantage points in this time capsule of a ground) cheered what they thought was a goal by Bela, but his free-kick had brushed against the outside of the post and bulged the side-netting.
At the other end, Harry Cornick released Lualua on the edge of Lee Camp's area, but he 'spooned' his rushed shot well over the bar.
Lualua began to advance towards visitors goal again, but this time it was (G) Gardner's turn to scythe him down and get pick up a booking for his troubles.
The resulting free-kick from Berry was aimed towards Matty Pearson, who went to ground courtesy of a shove in the back from Dean.
James Collins, one of Luton's better players today all told, stroked the resulting penalty into the right of the goal, while Lee Camp guessed wrongly and went the other way, to level the scores in the sixty-second minute.
But Blues rolled up their sleeves, dug in and forced the issue with another goal seven minutes later, when (G) Gardner stole the ball while Dan Potts hesitated and raced forward, pushing the ball out wide to Maghoma then continued his run to meet the return ball, that he smashed past Sluga from an angle, in front of the jubilant Blues fans.
Moments later, Jutkiewicz made a last ditch clearance as Pearson got up to meet Berry's corner and headed down towards the bottom left hand corner of Blues goal.
With just four minutes to go, Dean, who had just denied Cornick a shooting opportunity, was dismissed for a challenge on Collins. Even though, this time at least, it had looked like a fair tackle.
But the referee Graham Scott, although harsh in his judgement in this instance, had let plenty of rough-house stuff go prior to the incident, so although Blues have a very good case if they should choose to appeal against the sending off, they might just have (AKA definitely had) got away with several overly physical spats earlier in the game, so you'll have to pass judgement on that one yourself, while I get splinters in my bum from sitting on the fence.
Sonny Bradley had a chance to grab a draw for the Hatters in stoppage time, but Camp came to the rescue... and Blues held on for a hard-fought win.
FT: Luton Town 1 v Birmingham City 2
The Hatters, who remain in bottom place, four points away from safety, while Birmingham put a bit a breathing space between themselves and the drop zone, to end a week of mind-boggling craziness at the club on a high note.
Next Saturday, Blues entertain twelfth-placed Cardiff City at St. Andrew's, while Luton travel to Nottingham Forest for a noon kick-off on the Sunday.
'Twas a typtical away performance that won the day for Clotet's side, allowing Luton to have lots of possession in areas where they were no threat, but slamming the door shut whenever they tried to be creative. Y'know... just like how Blues used to play under their last manager, old whatshisname.
I've never contemplated writing such a long blog post before, not ever... and one thing's for sure, I never bloody well will do again either.
But there was a lot of background stuff that needed covering this week.
Hopefully, the next seven days will be slightly less hectic.

Birmingham City 1 v Cardiff City 1 - EFL Championship

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St. Andrew's on a bright but chilly afternoon.
A panoramic view from Bordesley station.
Saturday 18th January
SkyBet EFL Championship
at St. Andrew's Stadium
Birmingham City (1) 1
Jude Bellingham 4
Cardiff City (0) 1
Lee Tomlin 63
Attendance: 20,482  (inc.1,946 away fans)
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The last time that Blues played against Cardiff, the game ended in a 4-2 win for what was still then: Neil Warnock's team, when the two sides met in South Wales, back in November, in a Championship fixture that saw both teams have a player sent off, namely: Danny Ward for the hosts early in the second half and Blues captain: Harlee Dean, three minutes into stoppage time.
During that game, some disgruntled Bluebirds fans had chanted: "Warnock sort it out!" when Birmingham were in front early in the game, and the well travelled manager actually joined in and sang it with them... before subsequently doing just that, i.e. he 'sorted it out'.
Love him or loathe him, the game needs more managerial characters like Warnock 'keeping it real' in a world full of identikit coaches, adhering to play by numbers flip charts and percentages graphs, instead of applying good old fashioned man-management methods and rattling off a string of unscripted, off the cuff, heat of the moment amusing quotes and outbursts.
Neil Harris took over the reigns from Warnock later that month, having resigned from his position at Millwall just a few weeks before. It's too early to ascertain what progress Cardiff have made since Harris arrived, if any, but they were fourteenth in the Championship table when he arrived and started today in twelfth place. So hey! If they continue to pick up momentum at such a steady and consistent pace, they might even be promotion contenders in a year or so.
Remember where you read it first.
Today, following a one-sided first half that saw Birmingham ruling the roost, but failing to add to an early goal, scored by the sixteen year old Jude Bellingham, the Bluebirds fans implored Neil Harris to "Sort it out!"
And guess what!? 'Twas a case of déjà vu.  And 'A little bit of history repeating itself', to coin a phrase by the veteran and legendary songstress, from Tiger Bay in Cardiff: Shirley Bassey.
The home side went into today's game looking for a third win in a row, having triumphed 2-1 against Blackburn Rovers in the FA Cup, a fortnight ago at St. Andrew's, while picking up three points, on their travels at Kenilworth Road last weekend, where they beat Luton Town by the same scoreline in the Championship, but it just wasn't to be today... although if you're an eternal optimist, you might want to lay claim to the fact that Blues left the field at the end of this game, with a third unbeaten game in a row, notched in their headboard..
Both of those two results prior to today, were forged out of performances that owed more to hard graft than any particular guile... but utilising your own players strengths and adopting a horses for courses approach, while setting out your stall to grind out results, as been serving teams well since the beginning of time.
Football is a simple game. And though there is always a time and place for over-complicating things and enthralling audiences with displays of intricate passing moves. When the going gets tough, get in the oppositions faces and on their toes, use the width of the pitch to good effect, get the ball down the wings and employ the right personnel to get on the end of the subsequent crosses... and then battle like your life depends on it, right until the final whistle. Points win prizes. And they also stave off the threat of falling into yet another relegation scrap for at least another year.
The aesthetically pleasing geometry that Blues have employed this season, is very easy on the eye and has been a joy to behold at times. In actual fact, there have been times when I've enjoyed perusing such an approach enormously.
But... getting back to basics and winning ugly is good too, when the need to pick up a few results becomes ever more vital and imperative. 'Results based industry' is, was and always will be the name of the game in the second-tier of English football. Just saying.
But during the first half this afternoon, I was almost forced to concede that the above analogy was ever so slightly off-kilter as Clotet's team, passed their way around the visiting side, with an array of flicks, tricks and back-heels, while seemingly having a private game amongst themselves to see how many opposition players they could nutmeg.
But, after the interval, Clotet's side's collective compass malfunctioned and they were all over the place, as they became disjointed, sloppy, and visibly low on confidence, while a physical Cardiff side plugged a few gaps and began to grow into the game, imposing themselves far more convincingly than they had even looked capable of doing before the half-time break.
All things considered, a draw against a team six places higher in the table today, isn't exactly the end of the world, but the way that Blues let Cardiff back into the game, after they'd had them on the ropes while giving them a bloody good hiding during the open exchanges, demonstrated a lack of focus and application as the second-half, by and large, passed the hosts by.
Fair play to the visitors, they knuckled down after the interval and deserved something out of the game.
It probably hasn't escaped your attention, that Birmingham City, have the potential to become the next Bolton Wanderers, or even Bury FC. Be it either via the EFL continuing to put the squeeze on them, or by way of the dubious financial practices employed by the directors, that the owners have trusted with the role of the day to day running of the club.
There is a theory doing the rounds that the head honcho at Trillion Trophy Asia: Paul Suen Cho Hung, doesn't actually know the full extent of what ever it is that Xuandong Ren (AKA Dong, very apt) and his cohorts at the football club have been getting up to. Given the massive sums of money involved in some of their robbing Peter to pay Paul, then borrowing off Paul so that he can rent the clubs assets back to Peter, so to speak.
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However, I personally think that it is highly unlikely that the the British Virgin Islands-registered investment body, is unaware of anything pertaining to Blues current situation. And furthermore I don't believe that they have abdicated all responsibility for running the club to 'Dong', and can't accept the notion that they are having no input into the major decisions concerning Birmingham City FC or it's stadium (and training ground) either.
But hey! What the hell do I know?
Regular blog readers will know, that I attempted to cover this subject at great length last week, via a six billion character long blog post (an exaggeration numbers wise perhaps, but only a slight one), and though all of the responses I received were very supportive and even appreciative of the time I spent narrating on these matters, I think it would be wise to suggest, that if want to delve deeper into what has happened at St. Andrew's, and is continuing to pick up momentum (and more debt) in a downward trajectory, then you could do a lot worse than to visit: www.1875.uk and/or subscribe to their mailing list for regular updates.
It's a goal!
I don't agree with everything that appears on their site, but I'm attuned at least 90% of it... and genuinely applaud their fact finding efforts and attempts to cover all bases.
And I recommend that, whatever your point of view is on the situation at BCFC, you should at least click the above link and see what they're all about.
Today, at very short notice, these guys had arranged the unfurling of a banner in the lower Tilton End in the fourth minute of the game, proclaiming: 'KILLING THE CLUB' at which time, supporters were invited to join in with the protest by displaying the red cards depicted above, the right hand side one of which has all of the relevant details printed on it.
Of course, almost inevitably, the fourth minute was superseded by opening goal of the afternoon, when Maxime Colin's pressing the defence on the right, saw Cardiff concede a corner, that Dan Crowley took towards the near post, where Jeremie Bela helped the ball across the face of the visitors goal, for Jude Bellingham to stab it past Alex Smithies from close range. 

So although the protest aimed at what is (and just as pointedly, what isn't) going on off of the field of play, was somewhat thwarted, by the timing of Bellingham's strike, at this point and for the opening half a hour or so, Blues were purring, like a well-tuned Ferrari. And mesmerising Cardiff to such a point, it was almost as if they were a huddle of grown-ups on a beach, playing keep-ball against a team of toddlers.
But, for whatever reason, the home crowd were somewhat subdued this afternoon, even though Blues were having a blinder and the resident local hero had scored. Perhaps current events are taking a toll on people and that explains some of the quiet spells, as the mood of the place is dampened by the foreboding reality of what is happening at St. Andrew's and people have reached the end of their tether, following similar uncertain times in the not too distant past.
Chances went begging, as Kristian Pedersen and Karim Mrabti, combined with Bela on the left hand side of the attack to p*ss rings around a virtually disorganised Cardiff defence, who were redefining the meaning of the term 'chasing shadows' to almost embarrassing proportions.
But in spite of Blues territorial dominance, they still needed a second goal, because one is never enough with so long left to play. But despite their best efforts, it wasn't to be forthcoming... and when Bela's spectacular long-range shot crashed off of the crossbar, moments before Smithie kept the ball out when Bellingham looked odds on to score from Lukas Jutkiewicz's knock-down.
Half-time came and went and all that Blues had to do, was repeat their formula from the first half and keep plugging away until another goal came their way.
But Cardiff were having none of it... and whatever had been said to them while they were having their arses kicked during the break, obviously led to them upping the ante, at exactly the same time that Blues began to concede a string of unnecessary fouls and misplace far too many passes.
In the match programme Lee Tomlin had a page dedicated to him, bearing the title: THE MAIN THREAT. It's a shame that none of the Blues team had read it, because shortly after having what looked like a decent appeal for a penalty over-ruled by the referee and being denied a goal by by Jutkiewicz last ditch clearance, Tomlin headed the equalising goal from Marlon Pack's corner kick. Get that programme editor warmed up... it seems that he knows who to pick up at set pieces, even if Clotet's game-plan didn't include any special measures to deal with the visitors striker.
The first half had been Birmingham's, but there is no disputing the fact that a Cardiff goal had been forthcoming for a while now.
Jutkiewicz, who had been busting a gut all over the pitch all afternoon, while trying to lead by example in his captain's role, was thwarted by Smithies who made a great stop at full stretch, but it was Cardiff who almost claimed the result when Tomlin was allowed time and space again, but fizzed his shot just wide of the upright.
FT: Blues 1 v Bluebirds 1
A fair outcome all told, given that both teams had each been the better side for one half of the game apiece.
As an aside to this afternoon's main event; on Tuesday night, Coventry City saw off Bristol Rovers fairly easily, by three goals to nil, in a FA Cup replay at St. Andrew's, that was watched by a crowd of 2,963.
Which means that Mark Robins Sky Blues, have earned themselves a 'home' tie against Birmingham City in the fourth round, at this very ground, next Saturday afternoon.
I snaffled my 'away end' ticket for this much talked about game on Thursday afternoon. Although, that said, the usual visitors section in the Gil Merrick Stand (AKA the Railway End, in old money) is apparently not going to be open, at the insistence of the West Midlands Police (Oh no! Not them again!) for segregation purposes.
 
Fans from elsewhere, travelling St. Andrew's (and other clubs in the area), have often complained about how they are treated by the local officers of the law... but at least they only have to tolerate such heavy-handedness once or twice per season, when in truth, they're no more co-operative, user-friendly, obliging with or tolerant of the natives on their own manor, on any given match day.
'Cov' themselves, have an excellent playing record at their new temporary shared 'home' this season and as a consequence, Pep Clotet and his hit/miss inconsistent side, won't be able to take the threat posed by the League One promotion chasers lightly.
Well, you'd hope that is his plan of action anyway. But watching this current Blues side perform on a regular basis, is like eating a bag of Revels... inasmuch-as you never quite know exactly what flavour you're going to get next. Unless, like me, you nibble a bit of the chocolate off first and save all the orange centred ones 'til last.
Today's visitors: Cardiff City, face a trip to Reading in the fourth round, after they edged their way past League Two side Carlisle United in a third round replay on Wednesday night, courtesy of a 3-4 win at Brunton Park. Prior to beating the Cumbrians, Neil Harris' side had drawn four and lost another four of their previous eight games.
But the home and/or away, landlords v tenants, Championship v League One, novelty factor West Midlands derby (that, believe it or not, the club shop is selling half and half scarves for) against Coventry, in the cup, is next weekend... and Blues main priorities this afternoon had to be getting on with the job in hand against Cardiff, before preparing thoroughly for Tuesday night's rearranged visit to Middlesbrough, which was originally scheduled for Saturday 25th January.
And as regards the first item on that 'to do' list, Blues fell some way short today.
My travelling companion for the afternoon commented as we headed back to the station: "For that first half a hour I thought: Wow! These play really good football and I want to come here again. But then the other sixty minutes... well, they weren't very good at all and I wouldn't want to watch that every week". Cheers missus! With my tongue firmly in my cheek, just let me say: it's your loss, they're a work in progress and they'll come good eventually.
You decide for yourself, who I was kidding just then: her or myself?
Truth be told, I already know the answer... neither of us!
Incidentally, I was looking forward to heading up to Teesside next weekend, as one does (cough) but I'd already agreed to work nights this coming week, before the new date was set for the game, at short notice.
Tsk! You can't trust those bungling EFL plebs to get anything right, can you!?
PS. I hope that the 1875 people who tried to organise a protest today, aren't too dispirited that the timing of events today conspired against them, nor that some of the abuse aimed at one of them on social-media is going to put them off keeping right on with what it is they're doing. 
St. Andrew's on a dark and increasingly cold evening.
Another panoramic view from Bordesley Station.
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